It's what the title says all Y/n oneshots too.
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LL30 = Liam Lawson (for those who dunno)
If there is an emoji next to a chapter it just means they are follow ons but not part 1 or part 2 (unless that's specified).
P.S. Some of my...
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I lay awake in bed with Max snoring beside me. For some reason it was really bothering me tonight, his snoring, but it never has before.
"Will you be fucking quiet." I snapped kicking his leg lightly. It did nothing except make him roll over and continue snoring. Then I felt an awful churning in my stomach, I sat up on the edge of our bed as I tried to get rid of the feeling.
I knew this feeling all too well. There was no way this was happening again. It was like deja vu I was sat on the edge of our bed and Max was snoring beside me. The feeling in my stomach didn't stop or fade so I got up and walked to the bathroom.
I knelt down in front of the toilet and as soon as my knees hit the ground I threw up. I heard footsteps from behind me and then my hair was gathered into a ponytail.
"You alright?" Max asked me groggily.
"No." I said quietly before coughing and then hurling again. Max patted my back and rubbed hand up and down it.
A few moments later and I'd thrown up everything in my stomach and sorted myself out. I walked out of the bathroom into our bedroom and sat on the edge of our bed.
"Max?" I said quietly, knowing that we both wanted to go back to sleep. He looked over to me as he pulled the covers over his body. "I'm a bit worried I'm pregnant again." I told him. His eyes widened and he froze in his place. "My period is nearly a week late and I'm throwing up. It's the same as when I found out about Lotte." I explained showing it wasn't just a hunch.
"We can check in the morning, I'm sure you'll be fine. You probably just ate something bad." He shrugged it off as he pulled the duvet over him and he pulled my body into his.
I woke up in the morning to the same thing that wakes us up every morning, our human alarm clock. Lotte Verstappen.
"Mama! Papa!" She announced as she bounded into the room her usual boisterous self. "We are going to see Grandpa and Susie today!" She reminded me. I groaned in frustration at her loudness and she hopped onto the bed and nestled between Max and I. "When are we going to see Grandpa?"
"Later." Max said to her still with his eyes shut trying to fall back asleep. Lotte wriggled under the covers before Max hissed in annoyance. "Lotte your hands are cold." He said to her, she hummed and frowned before putting both of them onto her dad's bare back. "Lotte!" He snapped and she took her hands away from his skin.
"Sorry." She apologised before snuggling into me. I wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped hers, as far as she could, around me. I gently kissed the top of her head before opening my eyes and running my hand over Max's shoulder.
"What?" He grumbled.
"Please will you go and get me a test?" I asked him. He nodded and sighed as he got out of bed and walked into our bathroom. He walked out a few minutes later with a box in his hand and threw it over to me.
