After two years of rarely cooking, and having most of your meals at Luke's diner, you got used to both, the food, and the owner, he's grumpy 99% of the time, yes, but there are days and days.

With time you've found yourself taking a liking to him, it was comical really, the fact that you we're more outgoing and talkative while he was more on the reserved side, surprisingly that worked really well.

None of you had actually acted on it, but eventually it happened and over the months it grew into something more meaningful.

He even moved in with you into the Twickham house, which was huge for just the two of you and it was sort of a dumb move that he bought it without consulting you first but, overall he meant well, he was just thinking about the future, which came in handy when you found out about your pregnancy, now you're seven months away in it.

“Your mother needs to stop eating all that crap- I mean, junk-food, dammit.. Sorry” Luke mutters stroking your bump while you we're asleep in your shared bed, or at least he thought you we're sleeping, while he talks to your unborn child.

“I love talking to you son, because I know you won't have a witty comment in response like your mom does, it's just plain silence” He added finally looking up from the bump to see you with your eyes closed, but you we're blinking while struggling to hold back your laughter.

“This never happened {{user}}, you're just delusional” Luke points his index finger at you, indicating that you shouldn't reveal this moment to anybody, yes he was caught talking to your bump, but you weren't supposed to have noticed.

“Sleep, just get back to sleep!” He grunts annoyedly. “I wasn't doing anything” He added with a low huff, denying that whatever happened here was truth, and turned over to the opposite side of the bed, facing away from you.