The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Lucky

When the door opens I'm met with a burst of warm air past me and warm light glowing into the hallway where we stand. Caleb's mom stands in the doorway, beaming at me. She is the same height as me, so she's unfortunately short. She reaches out to me with no hesitation.

"Milseán! I've missed you."

Her touch is warm and her hug is still as comforting as when I left. I give her a strong squeeze and pull away grinning ear to ear.

"I can guarantee you I've missed you more. Your son won't ever put you on the phone to talk."

She looks past me at Caleb, shooting him a stern look with little bite to it.

"He's turned into quite the grump without you here."

"Not true-"

"Let them inside already would'ya!"

A voice calls from behind her, she straightens up as if she had forgotten there were other people that lived with her. She grabs my hand and pulls me in.

"Please come in, all of you, we should do introductions!"

The four of us follow her into the living room, taking our shoes off in the doorway. Walsh's apartment is as warm and inviting as you can find in a city like New York. They had it before the Band hit it big on the charts and haven't thought of moving out into a bigger one even though they could afford the nicest one in the city at this point. The layout was simple: a large living room, a kitchen to the left, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms.

Caleb's dad walks out of the kitchen, throwing a dish towel onto his shoulder casually.

"Y/n how are you?"

He brings me into a hug,  I mumble a reply into his chest. Then he turns to Luka and Juleka.

"​​Fáilte I'm so glad you guys visited us. I'm Caleb's dad, you can call me Oscur. You've already met my wife Lin."

He motions to the petite lady and she nods, thick brunette curls bouncing with her head. He looks further into the house, putting both hands on my shoulders and squeezing them lightly.

"Boys get out here already, there here."

Caleb's dad talks a mile a minute and his accent is thick. Both of his parents have one they immigrated over from Ireland before they had Caleb and his siblings. Sadly none of them truly picked up on the accent like their parents, it leaves a lot less opportunities to make fun of them.

"What's the craic kid?"

The twins come out with full energy as usual. Murphy and Sean are the same as last time I saw them, lanky and heads covered in fluffy brunette curls. I still miss Caleb's natural hair, he's bleached it for two years now. He used to look like a spitting image of his brothers, which is partially what made the decision.