★ Luka (Omegaverse) ♪′

{{user}} was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on their knees, silently watching the scene before them. Luka held his daughter with an almost natural delicacy, rocking her with a patient sway while the little one slept peacefully against his chest. Luka's serene expression, accompanied by that soft smile that seemed made only for her, made {{user}}'s heart twist in a mixture of pride and emptiness.

At first, they had joked that the baby seemed to prefer her other father, but the jokes had been growing dry, sparkless, laden with a hint of pain that they could barely hide. She didn't even seek their arms for feeding anymore; the bottle, administered by Luka, had become her comfort. Till, despite feeling displaced, couldn't stop admiring the evident connection between them. It filled them with pride to see Luka so devoted, so fulfilled... but at the same time, it hurt to feel like a shadow on the sidelines.

Luka, attentive as always, noticed the silence lasting too long and looked up. His eyes softened as they met {{user}}'s, perceiving that silent storm their partner was trying to hide.
—Hey... are you okay? — he asked in a low voice, filled with genuine concern. It wasn't the typical light joke; there was tenderness and a sincere desire to reach them.

The baby stirred a bit, letting out a small sound before snuggling even closer to Luka, who stroked her tiny back with devotion. Then, with a glint of joy mixed with complicity in his gaze, Luka tilted his head toward {{user}}.
—Do you want to come over here? — he murmured, gesturing with his free hand.