𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 *𝙻𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚡

*Bedtime stories*

*Requests : Eliza456074 asked for a one-shot where Lumax's kids start asking questions about when they were kids. Hope you like this!

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As bedtime approached, Max and Lucas found themselves in the shared bedroom of their young daughters, Lennon and Ryleigh. The girls nestled under their purple covers, wide-eyed and eager for a story before sleep claimed them. "What book do you girls want tonight?"

Lennon, sick of reading Green Eggs and Ham every night groaned, "Can't we hear a story from when you were younger?" "Yes, please!"Ryleigh pleaded, her eyes shining with anticipation. Max shared a knowing glance with Lucas, silently communicating their decision.

"Fine," They settled on the edge of the bed, tucking the girls in, ready to embark on a tale from their past. Lucas began, his voice calm and soothing like a bedtime lullaby. "Well, once upon a time, when your mom and I were a little older than you guys, we had some... interesting adventures."

Max nodded, picking up the story with a smile. "We had our share of... challenges, but we also had a lot of fun," she added, her eyes twinkling with reminiscence. Lennon's curiosity sparked. "Did you fight monsters, mommy?" Max and Lucas exchanged a knowing look, a silent agreement passing between them.

"We did have some weird things happen, but those were stories from a long long time ago," Max replied carefully, not wanting to reveal too much information from their past. Ryleigh's eyes widened in wonder. "Like what kind of things?" Max gently steered the conversation away from the mysterious events of their past.

"Oh, you know, adventures, mysteries, and exploring places we'd never been before," she said, trying to keep the tone light.Lucas chimed in, diverting the tale toward lighter memories of their youth. He recounted stories of friendship, mischief, and the joyous escapades they'd shared. "One time your mom convinced me to try skateboarding?"

Lucas chuckled, remembering his epic failure. "Wow, you never told us you knew how to skateboard Mom!" Max rolled her eyes playfully. "It was a long time ago, I also ended up with scraped knees and a vow to never step on a skateboard again after I broke my arm," she teased, sharing a smile with Lucas.

"And your mom's competitive streak? Oh, it was something to see!" Lucas continued, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "She challenged me to a race once, thinking she'd win." Max laughed, nudging him gently. "Hey, I did win, fair and square!" Their daughters giggled, thoroughly entertained by their parents' banter.

Lennon and Ryleigh snuggled deeper into their blankets, captivated by the whimsical stories of their parents' youthful adventures.  Throughout their storytelling, Max and Lucas carefully skirted around the darker, more supernatural parts of their past, honoring their pact to shield Lennon and Ryleigh from the more scary chapters of their history.

As the bedtime stories drew to a close, the room echoed with giggles, warmth, and the magic of youthful tales. Lennon and Ryleigh snuggled deeper into their blankets, drifting off to sleep, their imaginations fueled by the whimsical stories of their parent's youth. Max and Lucas exchanged a silent, reassuring glance, grateful for the innocent wonder that filled their daughters' dreams.

With a gentle touch, they tucked the girls in with a kiss on each of their heads, quietly tiptoeing out of the room as the soft murmur of their daughters' breathing filled the space. Once outside, in the dimly lit hallway, Lucas and Max shared a tired but contented smile. Their day had been a whirlwind of running around, from school pick-up to homework help and bedtime stories.

"What a day," Lucas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as they made their way down the hall. Max chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Tell me about it." The hallway was dark, casting soft shadows as they moved toward the living room. The house bore the telltale signs of a day filled with kids' activities — scattered toys, books strewn about, and a general air of lived-in chaos.

"Looks like a tornado swept through here," Lucas remarked, surveying the clutter. Max nodded, rolling up her sleeves and grabbing a stray toy. "Yep, this is the aftermath." Together, they started tidying up, stacking books, gathering toys, and restoring order to the living space.

As they worked, they shared snippets of conversation, reflecting on their daughters' inquisitive nature and the precious moments they had shared that evening. Amidst the cleaning, they found themselves sharing small, quiet moments — moments that were rare amidst the bustling routine of family life.

It was in these simple moments, as they worked side by side, that the bond between Max and Lucas felt even stronger. As they neared the end of their cleanup, the living room began to regain its semblance of order. The scattered toys found their designated spots, and the books found their way back onto the shelves. "There, better," Max said, surveying the tidied-up room with a satisfied smile.

Lucas nodded with a grin. With a final glance around the now-neat living space, Max and Lucas exchanged a tired but contented look. The day had been hectic, but it had also been filled with the warmth and love that came with raising their two curious and spirited daughters. Together, they headed off to their bed, grateful for the blessings of family and the joys that keep on coloring their lives.

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