blondie [muke af]

twenty two

twenty two

Luke knew it was possible for him to get pregnant, but he also knew it was highly unlikely. He knew of a few male pregnancies, but once again, Luke thought that it wouldn't happen to him. 

As he sat on the closed toilet lid, his thin feet tapping on the heated-stone tiles, he began to doubt everything. 

Luke took the pregnancy test with shaky hands before setting a three minute timer on his phone. 

The feminine boy began sliding his skirt of the day up his legs, trying his best to ignore every possible thought in his head.

It was hard to ignore something so loud, so constant. Luke was weak to himself. 

Three minutes ticked by and an alarm sounded quietly through the bathroom. 

He stood up, running a hand through his styled hair. The mirror in front of him was reflecting everything he has seen for the last twenty-nine years; a lanky boy. Luke couldn't imagine having his hips widen and feet swell. He couldn't imagine having a large bump where his flat stomach should be. He couldn't imagine looking at his body and knowing that's his baby in there.

Luke closed his eyes, the still-drying mascara and glue of his false lashes sticking together. His hued eyes tried to look everywhere except for the three light purple tests sitting on top of the counter.

With a deep breath, his hands reached towards the first one, his thumb and index finger holding the end. He admired his freshly painted nail before remembering he was actually doing something important. 

"+" read number one. Luke's lips trembled and his teeth clamped on his tongue. 

"+" read number two. He heard Michael's alarm ring from their bedroom. Luke knew his fiancé, he knew Mike would press snooze a few dozen times before getting out of bed. This gave Luke a few more minutes of alone time. 

Luke could feel his heart beating throughout his body as he tossed the two tests in the garbage to the left of the counter. He eyed the final test. 

Light reflected off the small screen, he couldn't see whether it read "+" or "-", but frankly, it didn't matter. 

He slid the plastic item off of the counter until it fell into the garbage can.

He picked up his sweater, his long, pale arms going through the sleeves of the dark material. He tucked it into the waistband of his skirt. 

After reaching underneath to pull the shirt down, making sure no creases were visible, he reached towards his cluttered jewelry box, slipping on a few earrings and rings. 

Luke took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for the day. Luke had his mind going wild and it wasn't even seven in the morning yet. 

He stood in front of the mirror once more, just looking at himself. Currently, he could see the tips of his ribs and the top of his hipbones. In a few months, he wasn't sure if he would be able to say the same thing.

The thought of his career clashed across his mind. He knew Michael would give him a long maternity leave—one lasting the rest of his lifetime most likely. That was one thing that highly annoyed Luke about Michael, just how badly the older lad wanted to take care of Luke. 

Luke is a very independent man, and he wanted to stay that way. He wanted to have something to remind him that, and it's always been a signed paycheck. 

He'd be bored out of his mind if he had to spend his entire day inside their large house. Luke didn't want to become one of those yoga mothers who pretend to be really calm and cool, but they're really awful human beings and really shitty drivers. 

He put on his teal NYX lipstick, glad it matched the color of his skirt perfectly. He made sure every line of his makeup was perfectly sharp before turning off the light and leaving the bathroom. 

Michael was snoring loudly, his bare arm clutching the spot where Luke was an hour ago. Luke smiled as he looked at the dark-hared man. He's such a dad, Luke thought before he could take it back. Would Michael be a good dad? 

Luke took his lower lip between his teeth, biting down softly. He's pretty sure Michael would be a great father.

He made his way to their spacious closet, leaning down to pick out a pair of shoes. All of his shoes were black, brown, or grey. In fact, everything in their closet—both Michael and Luke's side—was a dark shade. 

The blonde sat on the floor, letting his skirt lay around him. He scanned over the many different options, all on different racks. He was leaning towards the classic Vans, but it was only Tuesday which meant it was far too soon to be casual. 

Michael rolled out of bed on the eighth ring of his alarm clock, his body hitting the floor. He let out a groan as he leant his head against the bedside table. 

Their room was fairly dark, the curtains letting in a small ray of light. Their closet light was on, Mike knew it meant Luke was sitting on the floor looking between his shades of teal and Tiffany blue. Michael saw no difference, but Luke saw it all. 

"Oh, Lukey," Michael called, still sitting on the floor next to their bed. 

Luke peaked his head around the corner in their closer already knowing what was coming next, "What?"

"It's time to come out of the closet."

"That joke isn't even funny anymore," Luke called, not being able to stop the chuckle leaving his lips.

"But you're laughing," Michael pointed out as he stood up. He unplugged his phone and made his way to the other side of the closet. His side was just ripped jeans and black button downs, a little bit different than Luke's. 

Michael stripped off his boxers, replacing them with a pair of briefs. He slid on grey slacks, mentally groaning at the look of it.

 Luke came around the corner, the classic Vans on his feet. He brushed his hands over the many button downs hanging up around Michael. He pulled out a black one with teal (not blue, teal) stripes, "I want to match today."

"You always want to match," Michael responded, taking the shirt and sliding it over his body. He was never truly comfortable with his body, he hated the extra skin and the small rolls on his back. But, the way Luke looked at him made him feel so comfortable within his own skin, and that's something he never felt until the blonde boy came into his life.

"It's cute, makes us relationship goals."

"I don't think you can use that as a—."

"Sh," Luke laughed, coming closer to rest his head on Michael. Technically, Luke has a few inches on Mike. Luke is taller with much broader shoulders. He does something to make himself seem so small at times. As Michael wraps his arms around Luke's body, kissing his forehead, he feels like he's holding the most petite boy ever, like a strong wind could knock him off his feet. 

Michael rubbed Luke's back, smiling as he kissed Luke's upper head. Luke wrapped his arms tighter around Michael's torso.

"Are you feeling alright?" Michael whispered, their mood changing dramatically. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just wanted a hug," Luke responded, burying his head in Mike's chest.

Michael left one more kiss on Luke's forehead, knowing that the boy would get mad if he messed up his blue lipstick. "Can you go wake up Cy for me? See if he wants to come to work with us."

Luke nodded, letting go of his fiancé. "What fifteen year old would want to go to work with their lame-ass brother this early on their summer vacation?" 

Michael rolled his eyes, going over to his ties to find a matching one to the stripes, knowing Luke would yell at him if it clashed, "Just go."

"So rude," he muttered after getting a soft slap to the bum.