I Wear Skirts

20

Hiya!

Back with another chapter. Finally

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Ashton

"hey Luke" I ask randomly as we cuddling on the couch, in his apartment, watching a random movie.

"hmm"

"We should tell our parents about this baby soon."

"well we can tell your parents" He says. Laughing slightly/

I furrow my eyebrows, "why not your parents?" I ask turning around in his lap, placing my legs in both side of his waist.

"Well me and my parents don't get along very well. So, I don't feel the need to tell them about my life." He says.

"you never told me about your family before..." I say, resting my head on his shoulder. Pouting.

"Babe, its not a topic I like to talk about often, and definitely not now."

I just nod cuddling further into him, all of a sudden very sleepy. That is until Luke shoots out a question.

"Will you move in with me?"

I pull away from him, surprised. He's not the type of guy who likes to live with people. Luke like be alone a lot of the time.

"um... are you sure?"

"of course I'll move in with you, you dipshit"

He laughs and just picks me up leading us upstairs to his bedroom. I feel myself being laid on the bed before I mumble, "take off my fucking pants, I hate sleeping in pants."

"on it, princess"

Once my pants are thrown off and somewhere on the floor I feel the bed dip next to me and Luke pulls me into his arms.

I've been laying here a while now hearing Luke new every once in a while. I really hungry and I don't know if I should wake Luke up or not. The doctor had said that the cravings and nausea would kick in now that I'm almost two months pregnant.

Deciding that the thirst for pickles with ice-cream and a strawberry milkshake with lucky charms in it was too much. I try to shake Luke awake, gently at first then harder when he just mumbles something and goes back to sleep.

"Luke... wake up," I whine, catching his attention.

"What? Whats wrong? Is you stomach hurting again?" That makes me laugh. A few days ago, I was in so much pain from the baby that I could barely sit up.

"no, I want food."

He sighs, "seriously? You wake me up at 1:17am for food? I have work in the mourning."

I pout starting to tear up, "oh... I'm sorry."

He sighs seeing my face and bringing me in for a hug, "no I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to this. What do you want to each your highness?"

"um... pickles and with ice cream to dip them in... oh and it has to be vanilla. I-I also want a strawberry milkshake with lucky charms... with out the cereal... I just want the marshmallows."