5sos Preferences and Imagines

Baby Bumps

Calum: "Babies! Babies please come here!" Calum shouted. He started saying 'babies' because "my baby is carrying my baby. Therefore: babies." Calum stood in the kitchen, a smile on his face. You waddled in the best you could, swaying your legs wide as Calum pulled you into his embrace. "How's my favorite mummy to be and bump doing?" he asked cheerily. "Terrible," you sigh, leaning against Calum, "he won't let me nap because every time I move I have to hoist the bump over and when I do that he starts his future career as a soccer star." Calum chuckles as he kneels down so he's eye level with his favorite growing bump. "Hey little man, I know it's fun kicking around inside this bump, but mummy's gotta sleep. If mummy doesn't get any sleep, then that's not good for you or her. Can you do that for me little me? What if daddy joins you and mummy for a nap does that sound good?" Calum's hands are on your belly as he spoke, and as if on cue, a swift kick was given to Calum's hand, signaling a 'yes' in Calum's eyes.

Ashton: "Please explain to me why you're making me do this again?" you retort, standing in front of the front door with your (Ashton's) t-shirt pulled up to show your belly. Ashton rolls his eyes as he walks over, "I want to see how much our little bump grows." He presses a kiss to your forehead, one of his hands pressing against the not-so-there bump. He walks back to behind the camera that's set up on the tripod and gets ready to take a picture. "Our bump is gonna be so cute," he hums cheerily behind the camera. "You think me getting stretch marks and getting fat and not being able to walk right is gonna be cute?" Ashton chuckles as he focuses the camera. "You're gonna look cute being pregnant, babe. Our bump is gonna make you look even hotter and sexier before. To know that our bump is something that we created together-now tell me that isn't magical and cute." You can't help but blush from Ashton's words as your hands settle on your belly. "Our bump is gonna be the cutest," you giggle, throwing him a wink. He chuckles saying, "Good. Now smile and pull up your shirt more."

Michael: He'd been gone for a solid three weeks, and the last time he saw you, you weren't showing at all. But now, he's kneeling in front of you, his eyes enamored with the little bump you now possess. "I can't believe you're showing now," he gasps, raising up your gray tank top. "Our little baby does grow, Michael," you deadpan, giggling at the look Michael gives you. He shakes his head, rolling his eyes as his palms lay flat against your tummy. He presses a soft, scruffy kiss just above your belly button, a smile on his face. "I can't believe how much you've grown in three weeks since I last saw your mommy," he hums against your tummy, pressing more kisses over it, "I can't wait to meet you little one."

Luke: No matter what position the two of you were in-it just wasn't happening. Luke would move one way which wouldn't work for you, and every time you moved a different way, Luke would end up with an elbow in his ribs or your knee against his groin. "Baby, this just isn't going to work," he huffed out, rolling onto his back. "I know, I know," you whined, rolling carefully on your side. "There's no comfortable way for us to sleep with my giant belly." Luke tilted his head to look at you, "Your belly isn't giants it's just...rather large." His hand automatically went to your belly, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on it. "Rather large and rather uncomfortable," you groaned, carefully rolling onto your side so your back was to Luke. His hands slide up your sides, settling on his favorite thing. His chest presses against your back, his legs entangling with yours as he slots his head with yours. "Found the perfect position," he smirks.