"Lukey, you really shouldn't be carrying boxes. You can sit on the couch and help with the decorating, we'll handle this part." Luke pouted at Michael's words, refusing to hand him the box he was holding.
"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm incapable. This box is literally full of pillows. I can handle it Michael." The tattooed boy raised his hands in surrender.
"Sorry babe. Just don't want you to hurt yourself." Luke huffed and headed into the apartment, setting the box down inside the spare bedroom of his and Ashton's apartment.
Luke walked back to the moving van, grabbing another box. This one was a lot heavier than the last, but he didn't care. He picked it up and began walking, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.
Luke screamed out, dropping the box onto the sidewalk. Ashton, who was nearby, came rushing over, grabbing his princess before he fell to the ground.
"Luke! Luke, baby, what's wrong?" Luke grabbed his stomach, breathing in deeply.
"My, my tummy, it hurts, Ashy, it hurts!" Ashton grabbed Luke around the waist, pulling him up to stand straight.
"Hey, hey baby, it's okay. Shh love, it's okay. Just keep breathing for me, okay? Keep breathing." Luke nodded and tried to steady his breaths.
"Pick me up, please Ashy? It hurts so bad." Ashton picked Luke up bridal style, Luke gripping onto Ashton for dear life.
"Mikey! Calum! Get over here! We have to take Luke to the hospital!" It didn't take long for the couple to come running.
"I told him not to lift the heavy boxes! Lukey baby, are you okay?" Michael kissed Luke's forehead. The small boy whimpered, snuggling close to Ashton.
"My stomach, I got this sharp pain. Now it aches. There's something wrong, please take me to the doctor." The three boys all nodded, Ashton carrying Luke to the backseat of Michael's car, who got in the driver's seat. Calum sat next to him, and Ashton stayed in the back, stroking Luke's hair as the blond rested his head on Ashton's lap.
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"Family of Luke Hemmings?" Ashton, Calum, and Michael stood, rushing over to the nurse. She smiled kindly.
"Which one of you is the baby daddy?" Ashton raised his hand. "Okay well dad, the babies are completely fine. The cause of pain was not the fetuses being in distress."
"Luke? What about Luke?" Ashton asked desperately. Calum grabbed Ashton's hand and squeezed.
"Luke is fine too. The cause of his pain was something called round ligament pain. It's when the ligaments supporting your uterus have to change in shape to support the baby. It's completely normal, and harmless. As long as Luke stays off his feet as much as he can, he and the babies will be good as ever. Would you like to go see him?" All three boys let out sighs of relief and nodded.
The nurse lead them down a hallway, until they got to a room in the back. Inside, Luke was laying on a bed, gazing fondly at his belly. Ashton rushed over, taking Luke's face in his hands and kissing him hard.
"Oh Luke, princess, thank god you're okay. Thank god our babies are okay. Thank god all three of you are okay." Luke giggled, kissing Ashton again.
"We're all okay Ashy. I guess this just means I'm gonna need you to take care of me until these babies are born." Michael and Calum came over, each taking one of Luke's hands.
"We'll do anything you need us to darling," Michael spoke. Calum kissed Luke's hand and squeezed it.
Luke looked fondly at his boys, so thankful for everything he'd been given. His boyfriend, his friends, his babies. Everything was amazing.
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Brie said we needed some drama so this happened. I couldn't bear anything terrible to happen so I came up with the ligament thing. Comment your thoughts 💞~Clara
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