i need Luke during your pregnancy fluff please! Like you feeling really insecure because you think you're a whale?? Thanks
You stood looking at yourself in the dressing room mirror. Even the maternity clothing seemed to look off on you. You pulled at the flannel you were wearing, disheartened.
“Can I see?” Luke called through the door, his voice tinged with excitement. The closer you got to your due date, the more ecstatic he got.
“No,” you called back, your voice cracking.
“Why not?” you could almost hear the pout in his voice.
You sighed. “It… it looks bad.”
“I bet it doesn’t!” he called, knocking on the door. “Can I come in?” you heard him turn to the girl working the fitting room. “Can I go in there?”
You opened the door, and stood in front of him. His jaw dropped, and you felt yourself turn bright red. You buried your face in your hands. “I’m huge.”
He laughed. “Oh my god, I was about to say you’re beautiful. Is that what this is about?” he opened his arms and you fell into them. “You’re being so silly, babe. You look amazing, and I love this shirt on you, and you’re carrying our son and I couldn’t possibly love you any more than I already do.”
He pulled away and kissed your forehead, and then rested his hands on your bump. “And of course you’re huge, baby hemmings is packing a massive quiff.”