we don't care [muke af]

thirty nine

thirty nine

"So, they're gonna, like, cut me open, take everything out, then put me back together?" Luke asked, curling his legs closer to his body.

Their doctor laughed. "Well, yes."

Luke pouted, his bottom lip out. "That sounds gross."

"We've done this millions of times now, don't worry." She sat down in her chair, looking over Luke's file. "We can perform the c-section any day after forty weeks."

"What if I go into labor before then?"

"Then we'll do it then."

Michael leant back, his head leaning against the tan walls. "Is the baby looking good and everything?"

"It's looking great, everything is on track."

"Okay, but what if—."

"Luke, stop." Michael looked up at his fiancé, trying to get him to stop asking questions. The blonde was beginning to freak out Michael, thinking of everything that could go wrong.

It was scary, Michael didn't realize how scared he suddenly was.

He knew he couldn't show how scared he was, though. He didn't need Luke freaked out, too. He need Luke healthy and prepared. It'd be a long few weeks until the baby is born, then everything seemed to become tougher after that.

Suddenly, he's going to have to actually grow up and make sure a real life human being is being raised safely. Michael is still eating dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets for dinner at least twice a week.

Maybe now he can have an excuse to why he's thirty-one and eating dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

Good things come with having kids, right?

Like, he can hold their little baby in his hands and watch it giggle and smile up at him. He can dress it up and watch it grow. He can be proud of the beautiful thing he and Luke created. Even if it wasn't in their plan to do so.

Luke watched Michael zone out for a few minutes. The blonde tried to listen to their doctor giving him instructions of what to eat, what to do. What to not eat, what to not do.

"Everything should go as planned," their doctor said, "You guys are in great hands."

Michael focused back, asking a few more questions about what Luke should be doing. "Since he's so," the older man paused, "Tiny, should he be on bed rest or something?"

"Probably when it gets closer to forty weeks, but he should be good for now."

Michael looked over his lover, he simply seemed so frail. There wasn't much color to his face, his bony arms contrasted drastically with the big bump on his belly. It still looked as if a strong wind could blow him over.

It was scary.