Fucking Hiccups CAKE MPREG

B E L L Y B U T T O N ~28 WEEKS~

Pregnancy, it's the gift that keeps on giving. And it doesn't matter how many times you politely decline the gifts... You will still receive them. Morning sickness being the first present of many, after it was the weight gain that hasn't quite stopped yet, then it was his hips widening, let's not forget the development of stretch marks, and now it's his belly button. His belly button was flat. His belly button was fucking flat.

Normally Calum would be upset about the newest revelation of his body. However, staring at his reflection in the mirror he couldn't help but smile and feel somewhat proud? Yeah, proud was the word. It's already hard to believe he's pregnant then shit like this happens. Reminding him that he's very pregnant. So fucking pregnant his belly button popped. Could he even call it a belly button anymore? It's practically nonexistent and he loved it so much... But there's no doubt in his mind that he still has ways to go in terms of accepting his body completely, however his body is growing a baby, his baby. Which is why it's becoming harder to hate this amazing body of his. All the changes he has gone through these past seven months were all for his baby girl. So he should feel proud and he was.

Calum spent the next couple of minutes admiring his reflection in the mirror. Taking in every new curve that came with carrying a baby. When his stomach let out an ungodly growl... it was stupid how hungry he gets now and days. "Well good morning to you too peach." The brunette chuckled knowing all too well what his baby wanted. What a bossy little girl he had already.

"You better hope your grandma doesn't yell at me for waking her up early again." The brunette said to his belly as he put on one of Luke's long sleeves along with some black maternity sweatpants. He then paired the outfit with a belly band to help ease the dull ache he had in his lower back... another one of those gifts.

Once he finished changing he made his way downstairs to his mother's room and lightly knocked on her door. Seeing that the door wasn't locked he went inside where he found his mom covering both of her ears with a pillow. She clearly knew what he was about to ask.

"Go away." She said muffled through the pillow.

"Mom, don't be so mean. You have no idea what I'm about to ask."

"I actually do know and the answer is no, so ask Luke because I want to sleep in for once in my life."

"Luke doesn't make them as good as you."

"Well you're gonna have to deal with that hun because I'm old and need rest."

"You're not old ma! And I'm not taking no for an answer. So you either get up with me or I'm never leaving this room."

"What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment from you? It's seven o'clock in the morning." Joy groaned as she slowly sat up.

"Blame your granddaughter. She's a tyrant when it comes to the food she wants."

"I would never blame her. She's innocent." Joy yawned as she patted the top of Calum's bump. Earning a kick from her grandbaby. She couldn't stop the smile that formed across her face. Even if she was exhausted. These two trouble makers were her world.

"Thank you, mom, don't worry about cleaning up. I'll take care of it. Just make those delicious pancakes with extra chocolate chips, please."

"Only because I love the both of you very much."

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"Good?" Joy asked as she put another pair of pancakes on Calum's plate.

"Very good." The younger brunette said with his mouth full. He had managed to get syrup all over his lips and a little whipped cream in his hair. Joy didn't understand how he did it, but her son is happy and that's what matters.