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He wants a child (preferances)

Calum: you lie in your bed, in just a coral nightgown, the constant moving of your husband keeping you awake. You look over to see him staring at the ceiling. "Calum, baby, what's wrong?" You ask. "Nothing." You know he's lying because he's avoiding eye contact. "Calum, seriously, what's wrong?" It takes him a moment to reply, "I need t-to tell you something." "You don't want a divorce, do you?!" "No, baby, its not like that." "Then what is it?" "Y/N, for these 8 years we've known each other, I fell for you harder and harder each day. Then we got married, and that was the best day of my life. Y/N, I think we should have a child together." "Yes, Calum, yes!"

Ashton: "Babe, I need to talk to you," he says. "What is it?" "Well, I've been in love with you so long that I can't even remember. I love you so much, and you have to promise not to freak out when I ask you this." "Okay..." "Y/N, do you want to have a child together?" "Yes, Ashton, of course." "Thank god," you hear him mumble. "Let's go."

Luke: " Information age of hysteria, It's going out to idiot America, Welcome to a new kind of tension, All across the alien nation, Where everything isn't meant to be okay, Television dreams of tomorrow, We're not the ones who're meant to follow, For that's enough to argue," Luke sings along to American Idiot. Today, Luke was being silly. "Jesus, Luke. Calm the fuck down." "Neverrr." He gets off the bed, running away. You chase after him, finally catching up to him as he's out of breath. "Luke Robert Hemmings, kiss me." He presses his lips to yours, smiling. Pulling away, he mumbles something to himself. "What was that?" "Oh, nothing." "Seriously, Luke. What did you say?" "I said I want a child." "You do?!" "Yeah." "I thought you would never ask." Your lips press against him into a passionate kiss.

Michael: Michael has been acting different today. Something was up. "Michael, what's up?" "Nothing." "Michael Gordon Clifford, what's wrong with you? You're acting different. What's bothering you?" "Y/N, nothing." You climb on top of him. "Mikey, please tell me. I know you're lying," I kiss him gently, "baby, please." "God, Y/N, fine. I want a kid." "You could've just told me, babe." "I didn't know how to tell you." "It's okay, Mikey. I'm sorry for forcing it out of you."

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A/N: AYE SOTD IS TEENAGERS-MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE