5SOS Imagines

Starting Over (M.C)

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The sound of shrill guitar riffs sounded through the house, making you jolt awake from your relaxing slumber. You grabbed Michael's pillow, putting it over your face to try and block out the noise, but it wasn't working. "God dammit Michael." You slowly rose from the bed, adjusting the shirt over your pregnant belly, waddling down the stairs. The sound got deafening as you crept closer, immediately putting your hand over your ears. You were met with Michael's back, his head thrown back as he was all into it. "Mike!" Little Charlotte kicked in your belly at the disturbance.
You looked around the room, seeing a pillow, grabbing it and tossing it at him. It hit his head as he immediately stopped, turning to face you. "Seriously Michael?" He sheepishly grinned, setting down his guitar and walking over to you. "Did I wake you, love?" His arms went around your waist, his lips meeting yours. "You woke Charlotte too." You grinned, touching your moving belly as Michael cooed. "Daddy's sorry Charlo," He put his hand on your belly, rubbing it sweetly and kissing you again. "Maybe I should only play guitar at Luke's."
Giggling you rested your hands on your husband's biceps, sighing heavily. "I'm glad we got the chance to start over." You whispered, looking up at him as he closed his eyes, shaking his head. "You know I don't like talking about that Y/N." Sighing you nodded, squeezing his arms. "I was just saying, Mikey." "It was all my fault." "Michael don't." He detangled from you, walking away. It was haunting Michael and you knew it. It hurt you too, but he seemed to take it harder than you had at the time. About a year and a half ago, you were pregnant with a healthy baby boy, and then sadly he was a miscarriage.
It was terrifying for everyone, the other members of the band also standing by as you screamed in pain, holding tight to Michael. It happened backstage, Michael knew he should have left you at home where it was safe, but you wouldn't take no for an answer. You were simply going to the bathroom, 7 months pregnant and incredibly healthy. When someone, a crew member bustled past you, hitting your stomach with the door as you cried out for Michael. He remembers the day with a cringe.
Standing by his wife in horror, her screams muffled into his jacket as she lost her baby on the floor of the venue bathroom, the whole backstage area silent. You were quickly rushed to the hospital, Michael right by your side as they pronounced your baby dead on the scene. You had never seen Michael so upset, so mad at himself before. He didn't talk to anyone in the crew for almost a year, he was still unsure which asshole it was who did it, but he blamed everyone for not watching their weight with a pregnant woman backstage.
Sighing you walked over to your husband, putting your hair over your left shoulder before wrapping both hands around his waist. "I'm sorry, Mike. I won't bring it up again." He was acting like it was all his fault, it was mostly yours. You should have just stayed at home, while eating handfuls of popcorn and watching re runs of Gossip Girl, but you were stubborn. It haunted you too, you sat in the bedroom for almost a month, crying, thinking and barely eating. Michael's mother got worried, not hearing from her son in over two weeks and finally coming over. giving you two some much needed guidance along with your own mother.
Finally after things settled down, you and Michael tried again and it would be an understatement to say the two of you were extra careful. Michael nodded, turning his body and kissing your forehead. "I forgive you. I'm being selfish." Before you two shared a kiss, the doorbell sounded. Creasing your brows, you turned your head. "I don't remember inviting anyone over?" Michael chuckled and scratched his neck, "I was going to surprise you. I know you haven't seen the guys and girls in a while so they rented movies and brought us food so sleepover!" You sighed and nodded.
"I guess I need to go change." You said, looking down at your appearance, seeing you had on a pair of baggy sweats and one of Michael's shirts. Once you changed into something presentable, you went downstairs to find everyone in the kitchen, Ashton's new girlfriend passing out food as Ashton stared at her fondly. Ashton wasn't great when it came to relationships, he's been engaged once, but once he found out the girl was a whack job (like you predicted) he ended things quick, meeting his new girl, Jennifer. "Y/N! Chicken and rice, hold the veggies?" She handed you your food with a wink as you smiled.
"How you holding it up?" Calum's wife asked, her hands holding your belly as Calum shook his head. His wife was very "handsy" you could say. "It's heavy but I manage." She nodded, going to claim her spot in the living room as Luke's wife poured drinks. "Hi sweetie, water or lemonade?" "Lemonade." She handed you a glass with a hug, as you waddled into the living room to find Michael on the couch, already digging into his food. "Michael, you couldn't wait for everyone else?" He shrugged. "Sorry I didn't have breakfast this morning." You smiled, kissing his cheek. 10 minutes later everyone was settled down and your favorite comedy movie was playing.
"Who picked this out?" Ashton sheepishly raised his hand, shooting you a wink as he draped a blanket over his lap, his girlfriend also resting there. "I know it's your favorite." Michael put his arm over your shoulder, kissing you sweetly as you began eating. "Do we have the best friends or what?" You smiled and nodded, "They're alright." You looked around the room, smiling before turning back to your husband. "I have the best husband in this room though." "I agree with that obvious statement." You giggled, kissing him again as he pulled you closer, both of your attentions turned back to the movie.
- 4 weeks later -
"This would be prime for Michael y'know, when you two are ready to get back to the usual, fucking for eight hours straight." Calum's wife giggled, holding up a baby blue lingerie set as you gasped, hitting her hand lightly. "I already have that set and besides, me and Michael have never fucked for either hours straight." Of course Jennifer had to make a stop by Adam and Eve to check on her purchase of over $100 she made the other day. "I beg to differ," Luke's wife perked up, putting down a vibrator as you eyed her. "I do remember the night Miss Charlotte was conceived, in my kitchen!" Blushing you shrugged, playing with the ends of your hair.
"Sorry but when your husband see's you half naked, what do you think he's going to do?" Calum's wife giggled and covered her ears, Jennifer walking back over. "Jen baby, I don't mean to be rude but why did you spend over $100 in this store?" She scoffed, "I gotta do what I gotta do to please my man, and if that means more cock rings and lingerie then I'm all up for it." "Those cock rings actually work?" You asked, picking one up to examine as Luke's wife did the same. "Makes him grow some sizes and hey, more pleasure for you." Biting your lip you giggled, "I'm buying one." The girls hollered as you went to ring it up, excited to use this on Michael once you two were cleared for sex.
As you all made purchases you left the store to go grab some lunch, when you felt a pain in your belly. Deciding to shake it off, you kept walking, laughing at one of Luke's wifes jokes about the day Luke sprayed himself with the hose. "So tell us Y/N," Calum's wife asked, sipping her water and smiling. "What's it like to be pregnant?" You were the only one out of the foursome that was pregnant, all the other girls were scared, well that's what they claim. "Everything swollen, larger boobs, cravings and emotions run wild. But hey, it's all worth it in the end when you finally meet the little person you've been preparing for."
They all smiled and you felt another pain in your stomach, this time making you gasp. "Are you okay darling?" Jennifer asked, reaching over to touch your hand as you shook your head. "I think I-" You gasped again, feeling a wet spot in your pants before grabbing Jennifer's hand. "My water broke." "The baby is coming?!?" "She's coming." The three of them screamed as they helped you stand, gently walking you to the car as Calum's wife began dialing Michael. The boys were in their own little world, plucking at strings or twirling drumsticks in Michael's basement, talking about everything.
"But then she does the two hand thing and it drives me up a wall. She's perfect." Luke boasted about his wife, his own mind swimming as Michael chuckled. "Y/N loves to ride, man. She's always begging me to let her top like every time we have sex." "Really?" "Yeah and when she throws her head back and starts grinding her hips, that's when I-" He was startled by the three rings in his pocket, looking at the caller i.d. "Why is your girl calling me?" He asked, Calum shrugging as he took the last sip from his beer. "Hello?" "Hi Mikey! Y/N is going into labor so can you guys meet us at the hospital?" "Wait she's in labor?" All the boys put down their things and began standing.
"Yeah her water broke when we were at lunch. She said get the hospital bag and the car seat should be in the car already." Michael nodded before smiling, "On our way." "Ready to become a dad?" Ashton asked, slapping Michael's shoulder as he nodded. "As I'll ever be." He grabbed the bag and a sweater, Luke tossing him the keys as the four of them pilled into the car, excited to get to the hospital. Meanwhile you were already in your gown, talking with your midwife and getting an IV. "Is there a Daddy in the picture?" "Yeah he should be on his way." She nodded and smiled.
"Well if you need anything, hit that red button and I'll be at your service." She left quickly, shutting the door behind her as you sighed heavily. You were beginning to get antsy, walking around fixing things, pacing and biting your nails, Jennifer noticing. "Calm down sweetie, Michael's on his way. Lie down and eat your popsicle." Nodding, you got under the covers, beginning to munch on your popsicle as she smiled at you. "Which room is Y/N Clifford in?" The doctor took forever to read through the list as Michael rolled his eyes. "204 E." He nodded, the four of them getting into the elevator and traveling up. He burst inside, the four of you gasping. "Baby, hi!" You said, opening his arms as he hugged you back, kissing you sweetly.
"Are you okay?" "Yeah, I just got hooked up to the IV." You said, showing him your arm with a sad face. "Ready to become a mom?" Luke asked, smiling at you before his wife came over to him. "I'm actually really nervous." You said, going back to munch on your popsicle as Michael sat next to you, his hands working into your back to help ease a little bit of the pain. After you fellowshipped with your friends and your midwife, the real pain started to kick in and it was unbearable. Though you had a few Braxton Hicks when you were pregnant with your first son, Ryder a few years back. But this was much worse. "Lie down baby." Michael coaxed, grabbing your water.
"I just want her out of me. This fucking sucks." You moaned as another contraction hit, your hands grabbing the bed post as Michael fanned you. "I know nothing but I can tell this is painful." "You don't say." You growled, taking a sip of your water and sighing heavily. "And to think I'm only 4 centimeters dilated now." The thought of the pain getting worse scared you, it almost scared you to tears. "Baby, calm down. You'll be fine, you're strong you'll get through this. Come here." The tears started to fall as soon as your head hit Michael's chest. "I can't do this Mikey." "Yes you can. I have ultimate faith in you." After sharing a few kisses, your prayers were answered to see the anesthesiologist walk in, with a smile. After the epidural and some much needed sleep, a few hours later it was time to start pushing.
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"Alright Y/N, Michael, are you two ready to meet your baby girl?" You looked over at Michael, a huge smile on your face as he wiggled his brows at you. "We're more than ready." He chuckled, kissing your temple before the nurses began shuffling around the room to get everything ready. As you looked on, Charlotte moved around in your tummy and you smiled, your eyes soon watering over again. "You okay baby?" Michael asked, grabbing your hand and lifting it to his lips to kiss each of your fingers. "Just excited to have her here." He smiled, putting your hand back down as the doctor came in, a smile on her face as she eyed the two of you.
"How are you guys today?" You and Michael muttered a few greetings before she put on her mask handing one of the nurses a blanket before she placed one over your tummy. The nurses propped up your legs, Michael grabbing your hand as he kissed it repeatedly. "Alright sweet girl, next contraction start pushing." You were glad to have only Michael in the room with you right now. You were beyond emotional and if your parents or if even the girls were in here right now, the pressure would have most definitely been on. You felt your contraction coming and you nodded to the nurse.
"Start pushing." You squeezed Michael's hand, giving it all your might as the nurses counted for you. "6, 7, 8, 9, 10! And breathe. Good job, you're doing beautifully." You looked over to Michael, a smile on his face before the nurse looked at him. "Mikey, we need you to grab her leg and pull it back so she'll be able to curl around the baby." One of the nurses grabbed your thighs, pulling it back so Michael could see. He grabbed the back of your thigh too, pulling your leg back before smiling. "Not to uncomfortable is it?" You shook your head, feeling your second contraction coming already.
"Alright, let's push!" Michael squeezed your hand, peeking over your tummy, his mouth parted and his eyebrows raised. "Keep going, keep going!" You were out of breath by the time you put your head back on the pillow, your lower half numb but you could still feel a little bit of the pressure. "All good love?" Michael asked, squeezing your leg again while leaning over to kiss your cheek. "It just hurts." "I know it does, no one said it was going to be easy. You can do this." After you two shared a quick kiss, the doctor smiled. "Ready?" Nodding you let out a breath, beginning to push again.
"You're crowning, push push!" Michael gasped, standing to look. He was surprised to see the top of your babies head in view, but it also made him a little queasy so he sat back down. "It's burning." You complained, a tear falling from your eye as one of the nurses wiped it away with a towel. "This is the worst part, once the head is out it's smooth sailing from there, okay?" You nodded and sighed, closing your eyes before you felt Michael's lips on your ear. "You're doing fantastic and you look beautiful. You can do this." Giggling you looked over at your husband, your cheeks turning redder.
You started pushing again and 5 minutes later, the head was out. "My goodness she has a head full of little blonde hair." You giggled, wiping some sweat from your brow as Michael wiped away a tear of his own. "Alright Y/N, home stretch right here, okay?" You began pushing again and were relieved to feel the shoulders slide out. "Pull her leg really wide you guys." Michael and the nurse did as she asked, pulling your legs wide as you pushed with the last ounce of energy you had. "Do you want to pull her out?" Not even thinking twice, you reached down, grabbing your baby under her arms and pushing again, pulling her out with a gasp.
"Good job!" You laid her on your chest, one of the nurses proceeding to clean her off as Michael shook his head. "That was so badass babe. I'm proud of you!" He leaned over to kiss you several times, before little Charlotte began wailing. Michael burst into tears, using his shirt to wipe them away as you giggled at your daughter. It felt so surreal saying that. "Hi Charlo, my little miracle baby." Nothing in the world could beat this moment right here. This is what you've dreamt about this since you were a kid and now your dreams had finally came true. After your baby was all clean, the nurse handed Michael the scissors.
"Alright Dad, cut right here." You giggled, watching how bad his hands were shaking. "Stop shaking Mikey, you won't kill her." Chuckling he cut the cord, poking out his bottom lip when she cried a bit. "I'm sorry Char, the mean nurses made me do it." They chuckled at him, as you wrapped her small body back up. "Want to hold her Mikey?" As the nurses cleared out, Michael sat gently beside you, eyes wide and smile so big it almost outstretched his face. You placed your daughter in his waiting arms, a small gasp leaving his lips. "We, we made this?" You nodded, putting your chin on his shoulder and your hand on his bicep as he shook his head, as if he was in utter disbelief that he was now a father.
"My little Charlotte." He smiled, extending his neck down to nuzzle into her forehead. "Your little brother Ryder, he's smiling down on you sweet girl. He says you're beautiful." The statement shocked you, Michael never liked to talk about your miscarriage, not even the two of you discussing it amongst yourselves. "Mikey?" You squeezed his arm and he looked up at the sky, as if he was looking up to Ryder. "We love you buddy, always." With a smile he looked over to your watery eyes. "Don't cry baby." "You never talk about it." He nodded and kissed your nose with a sigh. "I know, I just feel like he's watching over us now. He'll be Charlotte's little angel."
His own eyes started to water as you smiled. "I love you so much." You cried, holding him tight, one of his own arms leaving Charlotte so he could bring you closer to him. "I love you so much more Princess, we're going to make great parents okay?" You nodded, reaching down to kiss Charlotte as she yawned, her little hand holding tight to Michael's finger. The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence, Charlotte sleeping soundly in Michael's arms, his finger caressing your skin and your hands rubbing his skin in a calming matter. This was all that matter right now.