Let Me Help You
Luke Morrow x Wife!Reader
A/N: I looooved this movie, so I had to write a fic for Luke! In this fic, the reader is his real wife (no fake marriage thing)! Enjoy!
Summary: When Luke gets home after a long day, a scary situation leads to the couple having a heart to heart.
Warnings: none!
(y/e/c) - your eye color
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Luke woke at the repetitive sound of the alarm clock beside him that read 7:00am. Running a hand down his face, he silently peeled back the covers and grabbed his brace from the side of the bed. He worried about the sound from the velcro straps waking you up, but little did he know that you were already awake, a headache waking you up at 5 that morning.
With a suppressed grunt, he stood up and reached for his cane, slowly walking towards the bathroom. He got ready in silence before walking back into their bedroom.
"I love you, baby. I'll see you later," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her temple.
(Y/n) rolled over to face him, smiling softly. "I love you, too. Have fun working out. Don't overdo it."
Mirroring her smile, he nodded and said another 'I love you' as he closed the door behind him. The second the door shut, (y/n) sunk back into the pillows, sighing as she messaged her temples. At that moment, she knew that day would be a long one.
The drive home wasn't short enough for (y/n) after her miserable day at work. Since that morning, her migraine had only worsened, slowly becoming debilitating as the day went on. She probably had checked her watch over a hundred times before her shift was over.
As she walked through the door, she was attacked by Peaches, the golden retriever's barks increasing the ever-present pounding in her head.
"Hey, girl," (y/n) cooed quietly, scratching behind Peaches' ear lovingly. "I've missed you."
After popping a few ibuprofen...or five, she went through the cabinets in search of ingredients to use for dinner, even though she felt nauseous herself. She knew when Luke came come that he would be starving after a day of physical therapy and his own training to get back in shape.
Even though she felt like she could fall over any second, she continued her search. Deciding on chicken alfredo penne, she started the noodles and began making the sauce when the shrill ringing of her phone pierced her ears.
White hot pain filled her vision and she shut her eyes tightly as she answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Hey, (y/n/n). I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home."
Her headache seemed to dull slightly at the sound of her husband's voice. "Okay. I'm making dinner right now, but I'll see you in a few. Love you."
Luke moaned quietly at the thought of food. "That sounds amazing. I love you, too. Bye."
A few minutes had passed when Luke's keys jangled in the door. (Y/n) was too focused on the pan in front of her and simply staying upright that she didn't hear him call out to her. She gasped slightly when he wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his chin on her head.
Leaning down, he kissed her temple. "Hey, sweetheart. I missed you today."
(Y/n) turned around in his arms, thankful that he was there to ground her. The second he saw the dark circles under her eyes and the pale complexion that covered her normally vibrant face, he knew something was wrong. With furrowed brows, he cupped eyes her cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. In her (y/e/c) irises, he saw complete exhaustion and something else behind them that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, rubbing her hair gently.
(Y/n) nodded, willing her eyes to stay open after another wave of nausea hit her. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. "I'm just tired."
Although he was unconvinced at her feeble attempt to convince him, he didn't push her. "Alright. How about I finish off dinner? You go lay down, babe."
"You shouldn't be standing up for long periods, Luke."
Luke shook his head. "I'll be fine. Go," he whispered.
(Y/n) pecked his cheek, bending down to pet Peaches. "Your daddy is just the best husband ever, isn't he, Peaches?"
Luke's laugh seemed to ease some of the tension in her head, but when she stood up, the world started to sway under her feet. Darkness danced around her vision as she tried to stay upright. Just before she succumbed to unconsciousness, she was able to breathlessly call out.
"Help," she muttered, causing Luke to whip around just in time to see her limp body falling to the floor.
His heart stopped beating. "(Y/n)!"
Reaching out for her, he cursed when he couldn't get there in time because of his leg. She landed with a thud on their hardwood floors, and he was thankful that her head didn't hit hard. Luke quickly slid down next to her, ignoring the pain in his leg and pulling her to sit up against his chest.
"(Y/n)!" he cried, rubbing her cheeks. "Baby, wake up. Come on!"
His eyes began to burn as he held back tears at (y/n)'s unconscious form in his arms. "Please wake up. Please."
A few moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and Luke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He quickly wiped a tear that leaked out of his eye before she could see it.
Looking around them in confusion, she asks, "What happened?"
"Y-You passed out, (y/n/n). How are you feeling?"
"Dizzy," she responds, holding her head in her hands.
Luke scans her face. "What's really going on?"
With a sigh, she closed her eyes. "My migraines are back."
"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly, pulling her close to cradle her head on his chest.
"I just didn't think it was important," she answered, looking at the floor.
"It is important."
"Well, you're in so much pain from your leg and I just have a stupid headache."
Gently moving so he could face her, he put a finger under her chin to lift it. "(y/n)," he started, not breaking eye contact. "You are everything to me. Don't ever compare your pain to mine. Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean you have to always be okay. Remember what you always tell me?"
She nodded.
"It's okay to let people help you. To let me help you. So let me take care of you, please."
Sighing, she nodded before pecking his lips softly. "I love you, Luke."
"I love you, too, (y/n). Now let's get you to bed." He whispered, helping her up. "I would carry you if I could."
She weakly smiled at him, leaning on him for stability as he led her to their bedroom. "I know, commando. I know."
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