“Y/N?” You feel Luke’s breath on the back of
your neck more than you hear his voice, but you don’t reply because you’re
desperate to fall asleep. You’re on the brink, not quite there yet and haven’t
been for a while as you and Luke have been up for ages just cuddling and talking about life. But you’ve got so much to do the next day
so all you want is to let yourself drift off. Luke’s persistent though, and
calls your name again twice before sighing in annoyance.
“I know you aren’t asleep.”
“How do you know I’m not asleep?”
“Cause you aren’t making that cute little wheezing noise you usually do.” You
roll your eyes even though they’re closed because a whole year later you’re still
convinced Luke is making it up.
“What do you need from me Lucas?”
“I can’t sleep. I wanna talk more.”
“Talk about what? I’m tired.”
“The future. Kids. Cute little kids that would be a perfect mix of the both of
us.” And your breath catches, because Luke’s mentioned this before… but this is
different. It had always been in the heat of the moment, or as a little joke
but now you’re in bed together, it’s intimate, serious. You turn over to face
him, and even though it’s dark his sweet blue eyes are bright.
“It’s true. I want beautiful kids with honey warm skin like yours and your
little button nose.”
“I want them to have your boopy nose.” Luke scrunches up his face, trying not
“I want them to have your brown eyes. They’ll be so cute.” He whispers, pulls
you in to rest your head on his chest. The moment your head touches his body
your eyes droop, and you can’t believe how the tiredness has hit you.
“No, no they have to have your pretty blue ones.”
“How about one brown one blue? And curly brown hair. We’ll braid their hair
before bed while reading them a story. And our little girls will do ballet and I’ll
teach our boys guitar.” You don’t really hear what he says, but you hum in
agreement and he laughs softly as you lull off with his hand playing with your
baby hairs at the bottom of your neck.