birthday baby // muke sequel

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THE PICTURE. AHAAAAA. CALVIN LOOKS SO LUCIFER, AND LUCIFER LOOKS SO CALVIN, AND ASHLEY LOOKS SO MICHELLE, AND MICHELLE LOOKS SO ASHLEY.

Luke's POV.

I woke up this morning puking my guts up. The cramps in my stomach were unbearable, and I felt nauseous. I had to call in sick for work.

My mum demanded I go to the doctor, because all of this was so sudden. She thinks it's the flu, but I haven't felt sick like this before.

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"Hi Mr. Hemmings." The nurse said, smiling, and showing me her perfectly whitened teeth.

"Hello." I said, and sat up on the table they made me sit on. I ripped off little pieces of the paper that was under me, and she began looking into my ears, and my eyes, and all the stuff I believed was unnecessary.

She handed me a little plastic cup, and I sighed, taking the cup, and walking to the bathroom. I awkwardly walked back in the room and handed her the cup. She sat something in it, and sat it on the counter.

Once she was done, she washed her hands, and sat on the spinning stool. "Okay. What your records say is that you have given birth to one child so far, is this correct?" She asked, and I nodded. "Alright..." She mumbled, typing stuff in her computer.

"Follow me please." She said, and I followed her into the examination room where she asked me to pull up my shirt, and scanned my stomach. She looked up, and smiled at me from behind the glass. She motioned me to come out, and I waited outside the door for her. I could see her clicking on things in the computer.

Once she came out, she held a few photos in her hand, and led me back to the room.

"Well. Congratulations." She said, and my eyes widened once she showed me the stick that she laid in the cup, and the pictures.

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Michael's POV.

Logan laid down on my chest in a deep sleep when my phone started to ring. I pulled it from my pocket, and saw a cute picture of Luke on my phone. I smiled, and answered.

"Hey babe."

"Michael I need to talk to you." He said, and it sounded like he was crying.

"Oh. Okay. Do you wanna come over?" I asked.

"Yes." He whispered, and I told him to come over, and we both said goodbye.

Once he got here, I explained how I probably messed up our sons sleep schedule. He just mumbled something before taking Logan into my bedroom.

Once he came back, he took Logan's spot, laying down on my chest.

"What's wrong?" I asked, and he looked up at me.

"Michael. I'm pregnant again."