LUCAS’ POV

Samantha and I looked at each other and let out a fake cough.

He chuckled,"You youngies don't need to shy away from things like this, what's the point of waiting?" He asked, as he took a sip of his wine.

Samantha let out a fake cough, and I quickly followed suit. "Oh, sorry about that Dad, we've just been dealing with allergies lately," I said, trying to divert attention away from Samantha's discomfort.

Father said with a wave of hand. "No need to apologize, my boy. I just love the idea of you two giving me some beautiful grandchildren. Imagine how good-looking they would be!"

Samantha looked at me with a knowing expression, and I couldn't help but smirk at her. She was clearly uneasy with the topic, but I could tell she was trying her best to hide it from my father.

"Yeah, Dad, that would be something, wouldn't it?" I said, playing along with the fantasy. "I mean, just think of how great it would be to see little versions of us running around."

Samantha let out a small laugh, but I c