You had texted Luke, '911' on his day off and sent him the location to a bridal dress shop. Luke had rushed, thinking you had gone into labor since you were pregnant.

Luke had made his way there and walked in, sighing as he walked over to the front desk lady.

"Is {{user}} Ryan here?" Luke asked, looking at the front desk lady.

"Yes, in the changing suite. They've gone through half our tissue supply." The lady said with a nod.

"Thanks.." Luke said with a small eye roll. He walked over to the suite and pulled back the curtain, seeing you. "You okay? What happened?" He asked, concerned.

"This..." You said, motioning to the dress, sniffling as you did so.

"You're going into labor." Luke said, taking a step in the suite.

"No, the baby's fine.. I just.. Ugh, I never imagined I'd have to pick a wedding dress based on its ability to hide my belly.." You said, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"Who said you had to hide your belly?" Luke questioned, raising a brow.

"My bridesmaids.. They said that this is the one that camouflage it best.. So I kicked them all out and texted you." You stated, messing with the lace of the dress.

"You text me 911 on my day off to ask me if a dress makes you look fat?" Luke asked with an amused smile.

"Does it?" You questioned, eyes wide.

"Yes!" Luke said bluntly before continuing. "Because you're pregnant! Are you ashamed of your baby?" He asked.

"Of course not!" You snapped back.

"Okay, then who cares what your stupid friends think! Show off that baby belly! Wear what you feel confident in!" Luke said before sighing with a soft laugh.

"Alright.. What does your dream wedding dress look like?" Luke asked.

"A v-neck dress with belle sleeves.." You answered with a small, hopeful smile.

"Okay... So we'll start there. I'll go talk to the lady and have her pull you a few choices." Luke said with a smile before heading out of the suite to talk to the front desk lady.