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#10 pregnancy series - First Kick.

#10 pregnancy series - First Kick.

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Ashton: "Tea?" he asked, holding up the kettle. You nodded, not looking up from your book. You were so sucked in the plot that you almost didn't feel the light push against your stomach, You held your breath, waiting to see if it happened again and when it did, you gasped, moving your hand to the spot. "Ash?" you whispered, putting your book down on the coffee table, "Ashton?" You heard a clatter in the kitchen and your husband was soon in the doorway. "What's wrong?" he asked, coming to sit beside you, "Is it the baby? Is something wrong?" You shook your head, grabbing his hand and placing it where you felt the movement just as it happened again. "Is that?" he asked and you nodded. "She's kicking Ash!" you exclaimed, a small tear running down your face. He wiped it away, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I love you," he whispered, "I love you so much. You and our little girl."

Calum: The boys were in the studio and you had tagged along, sitting your tired body down on one of the couches. "How're you doing?" Luke asked, sitting down beside you as you rest your head on Calum's shoulder. "Exhausted." you mumble, watching as Michael made his way into the booth. It was maybe half an hour later when you were still sat on the couch that you felt two light nudges against your skin. "Holy..." you whispered, gripping Calum's arm tightly. "You okay?" he asked, watching you with worried eyes. "They kicked. T-they kicked at the same time." you stuttered and almost instantly, there were three hands on your stomach. "Guys!" Calum whined, "I'm supposed to feel it first!" The rest of the boys quickly retracted their hands and let Calum experience it first. "They're really in there," he whispered.

Luke: Huffing, you flipped onto your back. You couldn't sleep and honestly, you were envious of Luke who was sleeping soundly beside you. Mindlessly, you began tracing your fingertips over your stomach, drawing little shapes when you felt a small push against your skin. Holding your breath, you gently pressed against the spot where you felt it, sitting up when you felt it again. "Luke," you whispered, shaking his arm in an attempt to wake up, "Luke, wake up!" His eyes opened slowly and he quickly sat up when he saw you clutching your stomach, "What's the matter? Something wrong? We need to go to the hospital?" You shook your head, "No, no. Just give me your hand." Confused, he held his hand out and you placed it on top of your stomach. "The baby kicked," you said quietly and suddenly he was very much awake, both hands gently rubbing over your stomach in an attempt to get your son to kick again, letting out a small exclaim as the baby kicked again.

Michael: "I can't wait to be able to bring her here," Michael said quietly, squeezing your hand as you walked through the park to get home, "And the ice cream shop across the road." You couldn't help but smile as he spoke about all the things he was going to do with your daughter. "Oh and that pond you like where we can feed the ducks." he continued. You laughed and let him lead you through the flowers that were surrounding you. Suddenly, you felt a small push against your stomach, making you stop. "(Y/N)?" Michael asked quietly, hand pressing to the bottom of your back, "Baby, what is it? Are you in pain? Is the baby okay?" You shook your head, "No, come here you big doofus! Your daughter is kicking!" Grinning, his hands came to rest beneath yours, "Aha! That's our daughter! (Y/N), oh my God! Baby that's our baby!" You giggled, resting your hands on his cheeks as you suddenly began feeling very sentimental, "I love you. So much Michael Clifford and I am very happy to be starting a family with you." He cocked an eyebrow at you, wrapping his arm around your waist the best he can, "What brought this on?" You shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe it's just feeling her kick. I'm just really happy right now." Nodding, he began leading you home, "Well if it counts for anything, I love you too."