Fucking Hiccups CAKE MPREG

F E E L I N G L I K E S H I T ~26 WEEKS~ PART 2

   "Ugh, why did you let me drink." Luke is exhausted. He's hungover and very nauseous. The blonde currently has his head resting on the toilet seat waiting for the world to end so he won't have to deal with the consequences of his own actions.

"Because you were having fun babe, maybe a little too much fun... but fun." Calum smiled softly knowing how his boyfriend was feeling right now. The brunette feels like he's staring at a reflection of his first-trimester self.

"It's not fun anymore." Luke groaned before letting out another gag. He really wasn't having fun.

"It's okay babe, you'll feel better soon I promise. So...do you want me to make you some tea or maybe breakfast."

"Only if the breakfast is a bottle of pain killers my head is killing me."

"I can give you one Tylenol cut in half and that's it. Why don't you just take a shower? See how you feel after?"

"I'm afraid I'll puke everywhere if I move."

"You won't, let me help you up." Calum put his arm out so Luke could hold on, but the blonde refused.

"No way! My baby is inside of you. I will not let you lift me when I can get up perfectly fine. Haven't you been listening to Katie? Nothing over 50 pounds! Luke was somehow whisper screaming and it was the funniest thing Calum has seen. The blonde always had a flair for dramatics.

"Fine, I won't lift you. But promise me you'll be in the shower within the next five minutes."

"Yes, mother." Luke rolled his eyes.

"You know what, I was going to shower with you. But I don't think that's happening now. The little lady says she wants grapes. And who am I to deny my baby girl some grapes." The brunette traced small circles on the top of his bump before letting a small giggle out, making Luke whine a bit.

"No! Please shower with me. I'm sick you have to take care of me." The blonde pouted his lips.

"Ahh yes, because being sick and being hungover is the same thing."

"It is! So come here. There's a shower waiting for us and it's got our name on it. Laminated and all."

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The brunette did not hesitate to strip Luke's clothes off. The blonde was perfection personified. He was toned and tall. And those arms... oh those fucking arms could do things to him. Unimaginable things. Downright dirty things.

"Feels so good, huh babe?" Luke had his eyes closed letting the stream fall all over him. His blonde waves weighed down by the water.

"Mhm, come closer and turn around. I want to shampoo your hair."

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Being such a good wife for me." Luke cooed.

"Shush you dork. I'm just in the right mood today." Calum hummed contently. He had his belly pressing against Luke's back and it fit perfectly. Everything was perfect.

"I can feel her kicking on my back. She's so feisty... I wonder where she got that from."

"Clearly from you!" Calum practically screeched.

"Mhmm... clearly from me." The sarcastic tone in Luke's voice was unmistakable.

"You're so mean to the person who is having your baby. Haven't I been tortured enough? Look at me! I'm a walking blimp... You haven't even offered to shampoo my hair yet!"

"I'll do you one better. How bout a full spa treatment for my babies. Starting with a nice back massage to ease up all that tension. How does that sound?"