we don't care [muke af]

forty

forty

Sweater weather December. Luke liked to bury himself in one of Michael's big sweaters. There were many perks of having a bigger partner like Michael: Luke could steal all of his clothes and look adorably small, plus cuddles. Cuddles with Michael were the best thing to ever exist.

Luke got into his mother's car a little past five o'clock. "Where are we going? I'm starving."

"Figured we could pick up something then head back to the house." She pulled out of their complex, getting on the highway to head downtown.

"Sounds like a plan." He made himself comfortable in the passenger seat, wrapping his hands below one another to pretext himself from the cold air. "Michael was grading papers and it was so boring."
"Well, that is his job."

"Boring job."

His mother laughed, she loved her tiny son.

The city was out-and-about, everyone seemed to be up to something that specific Friday night. They crowded though, Luke staying in the car as his mother picked up their take out. Everyone was becoming more and more protective of Luke, especially of his bump.

The bump was practically the size of Luke. Just this stretched skin poking out of his think body. He liked looking down at it, simply trying to remember that exact moment for the rest of his life.

Luke placed his hand on the skin, feeling their baby kicking. He was so excited. So, so excited.

His mother came back, the takeout forcing Luke's tastebuds to water. Something that came along with pregnancy was his constant need to eat. He was always hungry. The only thing he wanted was food ninety percent of the time. He either wanted food or dick, there was no in between.

They got back to the Hemmings household, Luke wobbling to the couch and refusing to move for a few hours. His mother brought him his dinner, a blanket, and turned on TLC for him, too. She liked babying her baby. She'd like to believe that Luke will always be her baby.

"How're you feeling?" Ms. Hemmings asked after a few bites in silence. She always asked Luke how he was doing, she probably would at least twice more before the night is up.

"Big."

"You're still so small," she responded, eyeing his frail structure. "Does that concern your doctor or anything?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think she's mentioned it."

"You don't think?"

"Michael is always the one to listen. I just exist."

She tsked, shaking her head in disapproval. "Luke, that's not good. I know you hate hearing it, but there's nothing saying you and Michael will be together forever. Anything can happen. You need to take care of yourself."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know. It's okay to actually depend on someone, Mom. I'm not giving him my life, I'm just trusting him with it."

"That's the same thing."
He shrugged once more, going back to the savory food resting in his lap. Well, what was left of his lap. His stomach took up most of the resting area.

"I'm trying to protect you. You don't know the future."

"Neither do you," he pointed out. Luke and his mother never fought, they simply argued often. The young blonde already had tears welling up in his eyes, he was used to crying often at this far into the pregnancy.

The thought of one day living life without Michael by his side was alarming. He couldn't imagine a world without him and he didn't want to.

"I'm not trying to make you cry, Luke."

He rubbed his eyes. "Yeah? Well, good fucking job at that." Luke dragged his fingers across his waterline, trying to rid the tears he couldn't stop. "I'm scared and you're making it worse," he said with a crack of his voice.

"Baby," she cooed.

"No," Luke stated promptly. "I'm petrified and Michael is the only human making me calm, stop trying to take that away." He was trying not to cry, but his body controlled him more than he controlled his body.

"There's nothing to be scared of. We're all going to be here for you and Michael and It."

"Something bad could happen! You said so yourself!" He took the last bite of his dinner, too hungry to stop for an emotional moment.

"I'm trying to make you cautious, that's all." She reached over, replacing his empty bowl with an extra meal she got. Ms. Hemmings knew that pregnant Luke liked to eat a lot, much different than normal Luke. "Everything is looking good with your baby, it's all okay."

Luke stacked food in his mouth, practically shoving the forkfuls down his throat. "I read too many pregnancy blogs." He tried to let out a laugh. "I'm not supposed to be crying. I'm not trying to."

His mother scooted closer to her baby, rubbing his shoulders. "It's okay. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so excited for your future."

At that very moment, everything was alright. Luke wasn't sure how long it was going to last, though. He was scared, and fear conquers all.