Michael Clifford sickfics

Aw Lukey

Request by @AshtonsOreos
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Luke : head space 3 years

Michael : Dada

"Baby boy, time to wake up." Michael cooed as he peered into Luke's crib, playing with his messy blonde hair to wake him up, Luke slowly sat up and whimpered when a suttle pain went through his tummy. "Good morning sunshine." Michael smiled as he picked up his baby, feeling that Luke was really warm, "You hot baby?" Michael cooed even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He laid Luke down on the changing table and Luke whined, "I'm just gonna change your nappy sweetie." Michael cooed and quickly changed his baby's nappy, Michael picked Luke back up and he clung to his Dada for dear life. Michael walked downstairs and was about to put Luke in his highchair when Luke wouldn't let go of him, "Lukey, I need to feed you." Michael frowned, "No Dada! Up! Up!" Luke argued and Michael sighed. Michael struggled to make breakfast with a grumpy Luke on his hip, eventually succeeding in making breakfast for Luke, Michael was able to put Luke in his highchair and he tried feeding Luke some cut up banana, but Luke wasn't having it. "C'mon baby, you need to eat." Michael cooed and Luke just turned his head away, the red haired boy sighed as he became annoyed with his baby's behavior, "Are you gonna drink your bottle?" Michael asked and Luke shook his head. "Baby, you've got to eat something, at least your bottle." Michael sighed and Luke just pushed the bowl of bananas onto the floor, the yellowish fruit falling to the floor and making a mess. "That's it." Michael stated and picked Luke up, putting him in the naughty chair despite the screams and punches he was given. Michael walked away and Luke sobbed, his tummy was killing him and his head pounded, he felt a burning sickness in his throat and before he knew it, he was vomiting on himself and the floor. "DADA!" He screeched and Michael came rushing in, his heart shattered at the sight of his baby. Luke stopped puking and Michael picked him up, "I'm so sorry baby boy, I didn't know you were ill. Dada is so so sorry." Michael apoligized as he ran Luke a cold bath, seeing as he was sweating through his onezie, he unclothed Luke and put him in the bath. "Dada it cold!" Luke whined as he reached back to Michael, "I know baby, but it'll help you." Michael cooed and washed the sick off Luke's body, than putting him in a nappy and an oversized jumper. "Cuddle dada." Luke mumbled sleepily and Michael carried him to his bedroom, laying in bed and Luke cuddled up to Michael, "Sweet dreams baby." Michael cooed as Luke fell asleep.