5sos Pregnancy Series

Week 31

Ashton (his POV)

As I drove back from Mandy's last pregnancy class she looked pretty pissed off. It could be anything, I thought. It could even be for the way I'm breathing. Before I could speak she did, "Ash we shouldn't have fooled around while the miss know it all lady was speaking. Now I'm not sure if we know what were doing." During class Mandy and I couldn't help but play with all the objects and make fun of the teacher. "Don't worry, we didn't fool around the whole time and if there's something you miss just ask me. I might have the answer. We've also got your mom and my mom who I know would be more than happy to answer any questions." I said putting my hand over hers, driving with one hand. "Yes, that's right." She looked out the window then turned to me. "Ash can I ask you something?" I nodded, "of course" "Will you still find me attractive? You know, after I give birth?" I looked back on those videos we watched in class. They couldn't be unseen. "Of course Mandy. You could never ever be unattractive to me. You could be wearing a paper bag and still look sexy. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met and you're even more beautiful for having my baby. Please don't ever think that you're not/won't be attractive." My eyes left the road for a second to look her in the eyes. A single tear ran down her cheek. "Thank you Ash" she whispered. I picked up her hand and gave it a light kiss.
Calum (his POV)

I was relaxing out on the couch after a hard days work waiting for Rachel to get home. There was nothing good on TV, I needed Rachel to save me. Just then I heard the key turn in the door. Rachel came waddling in with an unhappy look on her face. "There's stuff in the trunk I need you help me bring in." She mumbled. I ignored her poor mood and jumped up, "Of course, babe!" I put my hands on the sides of her stomach, to protect her bump and leaned i to kissed her. She wiggled out of my grip, "No Calum! Why can't everyone stop touching me?!" She stormed off. I thought about following her but then decided to get the things in the car and give her time to cool off. I set the bags of things down and knocked on our bedroom door. "Rache, can I come in?" I asked gently. "Yes." I heard her murmur. I walked in and found her curled around her baby bump on the bed, cheeks stained from tears. "Talk to me baby. What's wrong?" I sat down next to her. "Everywhere I go I have random people, even people in the food store touching my bump and I'm sick of it. How about I touch their belly and see how they like it. I feel like I'm an animal from a petting zoo." I felt terrible she felt that way. I opened my mouth to speak but she continued, "My bump has also made itself a conversation piece. Someone seems to have a comment about my physical appearance too. Theres a few people who don't think before they speak and say something embarrassing or hurtful." I lifted my hand up to stroke her hair but put it down because if seems although she doesn't want to be touch right now. "Try not to take those comments seriously, but know which ones should be taken to heart. Like when they tell you you're glowing, believe them!" A small smile spread across her face, "A lot of people have been saying that.." "That's because it's true! And about the touching of the bump, they're only excited and happy that your bringing a new baby into the world. But I understand if you don't want strangers touching you. There's nothing wrong with saying 'please don't touch me' or if you don't want to I can say it for you. I'm always here to help you, don't forget it!" I said then kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you Calum. I know you are but I keep on forgetting because I'm not one to ask for help. I'm use to doing things by myself but this time I'm not and I'm grateful for it."
Luke (his POV)

"Luke, where are my shoes?" Sam shouted from another room. "Did you try checking your feet?" I shouted back. "I would if I could." She waddled in the living room where I was stretched out on the couch. I sat up to check her feet for her. "Yes they're on your feet babe." I chuckled scratching my jawline as I laughed. "Right," she blushed. "Then can you take them off for me?" "Yes, of course. Come here." I patted to spot next to me on the couch. I held out an arm for support. She grabbed onto it and put her other arm behind her, slowly sitting down. I started to untie her left shoe. "Why are you having me take them off? Didn't I put them on you an hour ago?" I threw the shoe aside and moved onto the right. "I...I can't remember. Maybe it was to walk Molly... But why would I want too... I really can't remember!" She giggled. "Oh Sam! This baby must be really smart if he's messing this much with your brain! Hopefully he's not going to be too much of a nerd like I was!" I threw her other shoe aside and put my hands on her stomach feeling him. She giggled, "We'll still love him if he is!" She put her hands on top of mine. "But I bet he'll be like you. Talented, smart, quiet, sweet, funny, loving- I coud go on and on!" I grinned thinking of what he'll be like and if he will be like me. "I hope he's the perfect mixture of you and me." I said looking down at her belly. "That would be a bonus. Wouldn't Lucas?" "It certainly would Samantha!" She put her head back and closed her eyes, "Now I remember, I was going to go to the food store. We're out of cookie dough ice cream." She tried getting up but I put my hand on her knee to stop her."No you stay and rest. I don't want you driving much plus I just took off your shoes. I love you but I'm not putting them back on again!"
Michael (his POV)

"Arghh!" I heard Charlotte shout from the living room. I walked in to see her trying to paint her toe nails with one of her paint brushes. "Char, what do you think your doing?" I sighed. "Trying to paint my toenails but I can't because my bumps in the way!" She said frustrated. Then she had a cheeky grin on. She looked towards her feet then at me. "Mikey" She pleated. "No I'm not painting your toenails. Why do you even need to have your toes painted if you can't even see them?" "Please I ask for so little." She looked like she was about to cry. It's kinda true though and I wish she would ask for help or tell me when she's in pain, even when I can see it through her eyes. I guess it's the least I can do. "Alright, I've never really done this before so maybe it's good you can't see your toes." She giggled handing me the nail polish. I started painting her nails slowly. When I finished an hour later I was exhausted and so was she. When I looked over at Char I saw her asleep. I carefully got off of the couch and picked her up, carrying her to our room bridal style. I gently lay her down on the bed and lied next to her. Not leaving her side as always.