Fic: Coming Home 48/?
Author: PABWECG (aka Patricia)
Title: Coming Home
Genre/Type: Romance
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Lily/Holden, Casey, Katie, Bob, assorted little people, possibly others
Warnings: None really, except some Nuke intimacy
Summary: Luke and Noah moved to L.A. in the Summer of 2009 for Noah to do his last year of school with an internship of sorts (no Mason, no blindness, etc. Everything else in their history has happened). Reid arrived, temporarily, at Memorial in August 2010.
Thank you Slayerkitty for being my beta!!!
Previous Chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 17/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25/ 26/ 27/ 28/ 29/ 30/ 31/ 32/ 33/ 34/ 35/ 36/ 37/ 38/ 39/ 40/ 41/ 42/ 43/ 44/ 45/ 46/ 47/
Chapter 48
“Just keep walking…she’ll be fine, Noah.” Luke ran a hand through his hair, his patience wearing thin. “She’s just over tired.” He was tempted to either walk out or take the little girl himself. Noah seemed to have no ‘maternal’ instinct whatsoever. His arms and back were tense; even his facial expression was one of torture and Samantha, of course, could sense his discomfort. She continued to throw her head back and cry; Luke knew that if she didn’t calm down soon, the hiccupping and the wailing would begin.
“Luke,” Noah pleaded.
Luke scowled back at him. “Noah, you’ve got to get used to this. She has to get used to you.” This was the third night in a row that Noah had called him to come help. “I should go…let you handle this.”
“No!” Noah said, panicked. “We’ll get used to each other, Luke, it’s just gonna take some time.”
“Exactly. You need time with her…without me.” Luke said over Sammy’s cries.
“No, no…please Luke. Not yet. Just hold her for a minute, that’s all.” He pleaded with those blue eyes that used to win Luke’s affection. “If you just hold her for a minute, she’ll calm down enough for me to rock her to sleep…I think,” he added sheepishly.
Noah’s blue eyes didn’t work on him anymore, but Sammy’s did. “Okay…just for a minute.” Noah sighed and handed the six-month-old over to Luke; she immediately put her thumb in her mouth and grabbed Luke’s collar, staring over his shoulder at nothing as she began to calm down, sensing the safety of someone who was comfortable holding her.
“And no running away to your room tonight.” Luke reprimanded.
“Sorry about that,” he said, referring to the previous night. “But it was only for ten minutes.”
“Long enough for her to fall asleep though, Noah; she has to get accustomed to you holding her, or being with her, when she falls asleep.”
“I know,” Noah said, pacing a bit and then sitting down to watch Luke with the little girl. He got back up again and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“And no phone calls,” Luke insisted.
“Right.” Noah put it away apologetically.
“She’s calming down. I’m gonna give her back to you.”
Noah’s eyes widened.
“She’s a baby, Noah. Not a scary monster. You need to be calm, that way she’ll be, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Remember…walking is always helpful.”
Noah nodded and Luke handed Samantha over to her; she immediately threw her head back and looked pleadingly at her savior. But Luke remained as stonyhearted as he could, picked up his coat, hat, and gloves, and left. After he closed the door, he leaned back against it, hearing her cries get louder and louder; then he forced his feet to carry him to his car.
“Well, you already know how I feel.”
Luke, sitting on the floor, dangled a toy in front of her face as she giggled, and then she reached out and finally grabbed it with a delighted smile.
“She’s Noah’s daughter,” He looked at Reid. “They have to get used to each other.”
“She’s your daughter.”
“She’s Noah’s first.”
“First?” He met Luke’s gaze. “Her parents wanted you and Noah, both of you, to raise her.”
“That was if we were together.”
Sammy dropped the toy, waiting for the game to begin again, bouncing up and down on her bottom.
“Which they assumed you would be.” Reid said.
“She was Noah’s cousin.”
“She liked you…a lot.”
Luke nodded his head in agreement.
“She wanted you to be a part of their little girl’s life, Luke.”
“Reid,” Luke said with a sigh. “She’s not mine,” he added with a quiet voice.
“She is,” Reid said gently.
“Partly.”
He looked right into Luke’s eyes, and said what hadn’t been said. “She could be just yours.”
Luke looked back at him, not sure how he felt. “I couldn’t do that to Noah.”
“Noah?” Reid scoffed quietly. “Where’s Noah now?”
Luke looked at Reid, ready for the conversation to be over.
“Okay, fine,” Reid acquiesced. “I’ll drop it…for now.”
Luke sighed and met his gaze, his brow furrowed. “Thanks.”
Reid nodded.
“Ba-ba-ba-ba,” Sammy babbled, experimenting with the sound. She reached her arms out to Luke, who scooped her up and sat on the couch with her in his lap; he took out a book, which she promptly began to chew on. There was a knock on Luke’s front door and Reid got up to answer it.
Luke heard the door open and Reid exhale. “Mr. Mayer,” Reid said as he walked back towards the living room.
“What are you doing here?” he heard Noah ask. Noah had been pleased to learn that Reid didn’t live with Luke.
“How is that any of your business, Noah?” Reid asked, stopping next to the couch.
Luke saw that Noah was about to retort, but stopped as soon as Luke gave him his don’t-you-dare-even-think-about-it look.
“Look who’s here, Sammy.” Luke said, standing up with the girl in his arms. “Daddy Noah’s back.” He held her close and stepped up to the tall brunette man. “You said a half-hour, Noah…that was…” he whispered, looking at the clock. “…almost two hours ago.”
“I know, Luke…I’m sorry. I lost track of the time. Mark was there, and I really needed to talk with him about the final scene.”
“Whatever, Noah.” He handed Samantha to him and began gathering the few things that had been scattered. “She ate, she’s changed, she’ll probably fall asleep for you in the car.”
“Oh…I thought I could stay for a while. You know, catch up a little.”
Luke looked at him like he was insane. Reid stretched out on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, watching the two of them.
“Um…no. I don’t want to catch up with you, Noah.”
Noah looked over at Reid, who was smiling a toothy grin up at him. “Do you mind?”
“Mind what?” Reid asked as he stretched out a bit more, claiming a little more space on Luke’s sofa.
“Noah.” Luke interrupted the two. “Spending time together with Sammy is fine.” He reached out a hand to touch the little girl’s face. “But that’s all I can do.”
“Oh, okay.” Noah said. “Well, we’ll see you soon…I guess.”
Luke walked them to the door and gave Sammy a kiss. “Bye Sammy…sleep tight. Goodnight, Noah.”
“G’night, Luke.”
“Goodnight!” They both heard Reid call from the living room. Luke saw Noah bite back a scowl as he left.
He walked back in to the living room and stood in front of the beautiful, blue-eyed man spread out on his sofa. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“I know.” Reid smiled up at him.
Luke flopped down on top of him.
“You’d better punish me.” Reid said, his arms going around Luke’s waist.
“I probably should,” Luke said, kissing him. “Let’s see, what would be suitable…twenty lashings?”
Reid raised his eyebrows.
“No, you’d enjoy that too much.” Luke said, thinking.
“Well, maybe not twenty…how ‘bout just a couple?”
Luke slapped him lightly on the hip.
“Oh, that hardly counts.” Reid winked at him. “Take me to your bedroom and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Oh really?” Luke said, getting up and pulling Reid up with him. “Teach me then, Dr. Oliver.” He kissed him. “Please…” he went on, walking Reid towards his room. “I’m a very good student…but sometimes I need several tries to get it right.”
Reid smiled and followed the brown-eyed man to his bed.
next part/
Title: Coming Home
Genre/Type: Romance
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Lily/Holden, Casey, Katie, Bob, assorted little people, possibly others
Warnings: None really, except some Nuke intimacy
Summary: Luke and Noah moved to L.A. in the Summer of 2009 for Noah to do his last year of school with an internship of sorts (no Mason, no blindness, etc. Everything else in their history has happened). Reid arrived, temporarily, at Memorial in August 2010.
Thank you Slayerkitty for being my beta!!!
Previous Chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 17/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25/ 26/ 27/ 28/ 29/ 30/ 31/ 32/ 33/ 34/ 35/ 36/ 37/ 38/ 39/ 40/ 41/ 42/ 43/ 44/ 45/ 46/ 47/
Chapter 48
“Just keep walking…she’ll be fine, Noah.” Luke ran a hand through his hair, his patience wearing thin. “She’s just over tired.” He was tempted to either walk out or take the little girl himself. Noah seemed to have no ‘maternal’ instinct whatsoever. His arms and back were tense; even his facial expression was one of torture and Samantha, of course, could sense his discomfort. She continued to throw her head back and cry; Luke knew that if she didn’t calm down soon, the hiccupping and the wailing would begin.
“Luke,” Noah pleaded.
Luke scowled back at him. “Noah, you’ve got to get used to this. She has to get used to you.” This was the third night in a row that Noah had called him to come help. “I should go…let you handle this.”
“No!” Noah said, panicked. “We’ll get used to each other, Luke, it’s just gonna take some time.”
“Exactly. You need time with her…without me.” Luke said over Sammy’s cries.
“No, no…please Luke. Not yet. Just hold her for a minute, that’s all.” He pleaded with those blue eyes that used to win Luke’s affection. “If you just hold her for a minute, she’ll calm down enough for me to rock her to sleep…I think,” he added sheepishly.
Noah’s blue eyes didn’t work on him anymore, but Sammy’s did. “Okay…just for a minute.” Noah sighed and handed the six-month-old over to Luke; she immediately put her thumb in her mouth and grabbed Luke’s collar, staring over his shoulder at nothing as she began to calm down, sensing the safety of someone who was comfortable holding her.
“And no running away to your room tonight.” Luke reprimanded.
“Sorry about that,” he said, referring to the previous night. “But it was only for ten minutes.”
“Long enough for her to fall asleep though, Noah; she has to get accustomed to you holding her, or being with her, when she falls asleep.”
“I know,” Noah said, pacing a bit and then sitting down to watch Luke with the little girl. He got back up again and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“And no phone calls,” Luke insisted.
“Right.” Noah put it away apologetically.
“She’s calming down. I’m gonna give her back to you.”
Noah’s eyes widened.
“She’s a baby, Noah. Not a scary monster. You need to be calm, that way she’ll be, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Remember…walking is always helpful.”
Noah nodded and Luke handed Samantha over to her; she immediately threw her head back and looked pleadingly at her savior. But Luke remained as stonyhearted as he could, picked up his coat, hat, and gloves, and left. After he closed the door, he leaned back against it, hearing her cries get louder and louder; then he forced his feet to carry him to his car.
“Well, you already know how I feel.”
Luke, sitting on the floor, dangled a toy in front of her face as she giggled, and then she reached out and finally grabbed it with a delighted smile.
“She’s Noah’s daughter,” He looked at Reid. “They have to get used to each other.”
“She’s your daughter.”
“She’s Noah’s first.”
“First?” He met Luke’s gaze. “Her parents wanted you and Noah, both of you, to raise her.”
“That was if we were together.”
Sammy dropped the toy, waiting for the game to begin again, bouncing up and down on her bottom.
“Which they assumed you would be.” Reid said.
“She was Noah’s cousin.”
“She liked you…a lot.”
Luke nodded his head in agreement.
“She wanted you to be a part of their little girl’s life, Luke.”
“Reid,” Luke said with a sigh. “She’s not mine,” he added with a quiet voice.
“She is,” Reid said gently.
“Partly.”
He looked right into Luke’s eyes, and said what hadn’t been said. “She could be just yours.”
Luke looked back at him, not sure how he felt. “I couldn’t do that to Noah.”
“Noah?” Reid scoffed quietly. “Where’s Noah now?”
Luke looked at Reid, ready for the conversation to be over.
“Okay, fine,” Reid acquiesced. “I’ll drop it…for now.”
Luke sighed and met his gaze, his brow furrowed. “Thanks.”
Reid nodded.
“Ba-ba-ba-ba,” Sammy babbled, experimenting with the sound. She reached her arms out to Luke, who scooped her up and sat on the couch with her in his lap; he took out a book, which she promptly began to chew on. There was a knock on Luke’s front door and Reid got up to answer it.
Luke heard the door open and Reid exhale. “Mr. Mayer,” Reid said as he walked back towards the living room.
“What are you doing here?” he heard Noah ask. Noah had been pleased to learn that Reid didn’t live with Luke.
“How is that any of your business, Noah?” Reid asked, stopping next to the couch.
Luke saw that Noah was about to retort, but stopped as soon as Luke gave him his don’t-you-dare-even-think-about-it look.
“Look who’s here, Sammy.” Luke said, standing up with the girl in his arms. “Daddy Noah’s back.” He held her close and stepped up to the tall brunette man. “You said a half-hour, Noah…that was…” he whispered, looking at the clock. “…almost two hours ago.”
“I know, Luke…I’m sorry. I lost track of the time. Mark was there, and I really needed to talk with him about the final scene.”
“Whatever, Noah.” He handed Samantha to him and began gathering the few things that had been scattered. “She ate, she’s changed, she’ll probably fall asleep for you in the car.”
“Oh…I thought I could stay for a while. You know, catch up a little.”
Luke looked at him like he was insane. Reid stretched out on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, watching the two of them.
“Um…no. I don’t want to catch up with you, Noah.”
Noah looked over at Reid, who was smiling a toothy grin up at him. “Do you mind?”
“Mind what?” Reid asked as he stretched out a bit more, claiming a little more space on Luke’s sofa.
“Noah.” Luke interrupted the two. “Spending time together with Sammy is fine.” He reached out a hand to touch the little girl’s face. “But that’s all I can do.”
“Oh, okay.” Noah said. “Well, we’ll see you soon…I guess.”
Luke walked them to the door and gave Sammy a kiss. “Bye Sammy…sleep tight. Goodnight, Noah.”
“G’night, Luke.”
“Goodnight!” They both heard Reid call from the living room. Luke saw Noah bite back a scowl as he left.
He walked back in to the living room and stood in front of the beautiful, blue-eyed man spread out on his sofa. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“I know.” Reid smiled up at him.
Luke flopped down on top of him.
“You’d better punish me.” Reid said, his arms going around Luke’s waist.
“I probably should,” Luke said, kissing him. “Let’s see, what would be suitable…twenty lashings?”
Reid raised his eyebrows.
“No, you’d enjoy that too much.” Luke said, thinking.
“Well, maybe not twenty…how ‘bout just a couple?”
Luke slapped him lightly on the hip.
“Oh, that hardly counts.” Reid winked at him. “Take me to your bedroom and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Oh really?” Luke said, getting up and pulling Reid up with him. “Teach me then, Dr. Oliver.” He kissed him. “Please…” he went on, walking Reid towards his room. “I’m a very good student…but sometimes I need several tries to get it right.”
Reid smiled and followed the brown-eyed man to his bed.
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