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Pregnancy Series #5 - Morning Sickness.

Pregnancy Series #5 - Morning Sickness.

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Ashton: He was awoken by you clambering over him, your foot digging into his side as you made a mad dash for your en-suite. "Jesus," he muttered, burying his head into the pillow only for his eyes to fly open at the sound of you throwing up. It had been almost a month since you found out you were pregnant and this was the first time that you'd had morning sickness. Ashton got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom, his large hand gathering your hair up so it was out of the way. "Urgh." you muttered, standing up only for your knees to give way. "Woah," Ashton whispered, "Easy, love." He then led you to the sink so you could brush your teeth. "It'll be over in a few months." he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

Calum: He watched as you slept soundly beside him, his eyes moving to your stomach before he leant in and pressed a kiss to your lips, which made you open your eyes. "Morning." he mumbled, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. You smiled but the smile soon faded as the familiar feeling began rising in your throat and you clamped a hand over your mouth. He watched you as you scrambled about to get out of bed but you knew you weren't going to make it in time and you looked at Calum with wide eyes, "I'm not gonna make it." He quickly rolled over and grabbed the waste basket that was beside the bed and held it under your chin just in time for you to bring up the contents of your almost empty stomach. "I-I'm sorry!" you stuttered as you noticed that you had managed to get some sick on the covers. "Shh," he soothed, standing up to help get things cleaned up, "Don't be sorry. C'mon, let's get you to the bathroom, yeah?"

Luke: It was early in the morning, extremely early to you and you were stuck in the bathroom. Any time you went to leave the room, you'd have to rush straight back in to throw up again. "Oh baby," Luke sighed, coming up behind you to hold your hair back, "I'm sorry you have to go through this. If I could take it away for you, I would." You nodded weakly. reaching a shaking hand back to rest on top of his. He moved to the sink and you could hear the tap running and soon, you felt Luke's fingers under your chin, making you look at him as he gently began wiping your mouth. "I love you," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "And I'm grateful that you're going through this for our baby. I'm gonna get you some water." You nodded again and muttered a quiet thank you as he left the room.

Michael: "Morning baby!" Michael grinned as he stood at the cooker, a packet of bacon lying on the counter. "Hi," you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist. "How're you feeling today?" he asked, kissing your forehead softly. "Tired," you replied, "Am I supposed to be this tired?" He shrugged, "I dunno. You are carrying a tiny human in there." he poked your stomach softly before placing a few pieces of bacon on the pan, "Want some?" You nodded but the smell of the meat soon hit your nose and without warning, you threw up all over Michael. "Oh my God," you whimpered, "I'm so sorry!" He quickly tugged his shirt from his body, "Baby, don't worry about it. This is normal. I know you can't help it."