but idk i'm too tired to be creative

Luke mumbling, ‘When do I get a mothers day?!’ with his chin in his hand as he lays on his stomach beside you, other hand resting against your magically growing bump and you stare blankly at him, his eyes just watching the spot where mini hemmo is growing. after you haven’t answered in too long he looks up at you, your brow furrowed as if you’re still trying to decide whether it was a serious question and finally you speak slowly, 'fathers day?’ and he stares back at you for a second, unblinking before he cracks a sheepish grin and says, 'oh. right.’ and it takes everything in you to stifle your laughter as he pouts up at you and mumbles, 'i must have sympathy pregnancy brain.’