NoahXMichael Au's<3

Forbidden AU part 2

Requested by - @UrAverageaJoelIsHere and @Aroacegirl
Idea from - @UrAverageaJoelIsHere
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Noah's pov:
The next few months were extremely hectic, but i was happy, grateful, pleased.

One i had to actually add furniture into the house i wasn't really planning to use, two i had to get things for my baby, which holy shit, I'll be a father in five months, three, keep Michael safe, i didn't tell him about how his father was genuinely worried sick of him, but he already could guess that, there was speeches, soldiers on the move, it was pretty hectic, but atleast his father cared, on the other hand my parents couldn't give two flying fucks.

Michael was starting to show, he'd gone through a series of emotions, symptoms, even i was confused if this was pregnancy or pure torture, he felt bad that he couldn't help me as much, but i always reminded him that he's doing enough by holding my baby, which i still couldn't believe I'd done that.

I'd finally bought a perfect ring for him, proposed in a good enough way he'd cried the entire night, we were going to have our wedding a month before the baby was due, which was in January.

"Noah." he gasped, stumbling onto me

"Hey, baby, you okay?" i caught him

"I feel, so dizzy." he leans onto my chest

"Why are you out of bed then? I told you that you don't need to help out." i pick him up, holding him close

"I just wanted to check the nursery, then i started moving things around and now everything's spinning." he mumbled

"Okay, is the nursery how you want it now?" he'd changed up the way the house was set like five times, due to his mood swings.

"Mm, can you please stay with me?"

"Of course baby, let me take you back to bed." i kiss his head as i walk upstairs

I was pretty pleased about how the house turned out, i did this all on my own except Michael choosing the furniture, i layed him back down onto the bed, he'd knocked out, cleaning out the bin I'd left on the side of the bed and changing into another bag.

He was frequently vomiting from the fact he couldn't digest food properly, he craved different sorts of foods in weird, gross combinations, but whatever made him happy.

He had an appointment later on, to find out the baby's gender, I'd heard rumors that if the baby was a boy, he'd look prettier, while if it's a girl, he'd look more drained so the baby could look prettier, but really, i couldn't tell because he always looked gorgeous, but i guess you could say he looked a lot more tired, but that could be because of the fact he can't sleep often, from needing to go to the toilet and vomiting like twenty times throughout the night.

I'd stayed with him for a little while before going to go make dinner, when it was almost time for his appointment I'd woken him up where he audibly threw up all over.

"I'm sorry-" he coughed

"It's okay, don't worry, calm down." i reassured him before he bursted into tears

"Go clean yourself up while i clean up this, alright? Don't be upset, I'm not angry."

He nods, still sniffling as he walks into the bathroom, I'd taken off my dirty shirt and got him something comfortable to wear, handing it to him in the bathroom, finding him crying while sat on the toilet, so I'd calmed him down.

"You still feeling dizzy?" i ask

"No, but my body hurts." he sniffs

"I can give you some medicine." i offer