Stress, stress, stress.
That's all that was on Luke's shoulders this week. Rent was due again and it always made Luke nervous even though he was managing his money well. His morning sickness was making him late to the bakery and he felt like he was pissing Mrs.VanBüns off but he wasn't. He would call Michael in the middle of the night, crying about how he will be a horrible parent. Michael knew he would be great.
Everything kept building up and Doctor Harper told him to relax. It could hurt the baby if there is too much stress. Which only made Luke more stressed because he had to learn to relax and calm down. The only things that could calm him down were strawberry banana smoothies, pine tree candles and Michael.
Right at this exact moment, at 2:36 a.m. , he could not go and buy a smoothie, he is out of pine tree candles and Michael is sleeping. He was laying in his bed, wet spots all over his pillow as he buried his face into the comforter as he cried.
He could barely breathe as he sobbed, words echoing through his head as ugly noises came from his mouth as he tried to let air in. He wasn't completely breathless but it sure felt like it. His tears blurred his vision as he texted whoever was his most recent contact was.
To: Michael
Pelwse xime hwjpmeTo: Michael
I nred tpuTo: Luke
I'm on my wayFive minutes later, Michael swiftly opened the door to Luke's apartment and closed it softly. He thanked God that Luke had a spare key taped on the backside of his apartment number. Michael had noticed that half of the plate was sticking out of the wall and he pried it out of its small hole. Voila! There was the spare key.
Walking down the hallway and turning to the door on the right, he saw the sad sight of the crying, broken boy, gripping his sheets as his tears fell to his pillow. He slowly approached the boy and sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing his fingertips across Luke's knuckles. He felt Luke's hand flinch but soon relax as he realized it was Michael who was touching him.
"What if I'm a bad father?" Luke manages to croak out, his voice sounding hoarse from the hours of crying and sobbing.
Michael shook his head, facing Luke fully and taking his small, dainty hand into his. "You will be a great father, Luke. I have no doubt in you. You just need to calm down, okay? There is no need to worry and fret. "
Luke continued to stare at the ceiling, his sniffles being less frequent as he was calmed by Michael's presence and soft but large hands. He slowly turned his head to look at the beautiful, blue art.
"Please stay with me."
Michael smiled softly, slowly sliding under the blanket, awkwardly laying beside the smaller boy. Luke turned on his side, whispering softly, "Cuddle me."
Michael slowly slipped his arm around Luke's small frame, his thumb brushing small patterns on the blonde's slightly extended belly. He heard Luke's breathing slow to a healthy pace, signifying he was asleep.Michael couldn't help but fall even more for Luke.
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Dear Baby,
We had our first emotional breakdown this week. I couldn't stop crying and I felt guilty for not being happy for you, little one. I hope you understand. I was just worrying about what was best for you. Michael made me feel better.
Michael always makes me feel better. He calms me down and he knows exactly how to brighten my day. We went on another date this week and it was amazing. We walked through the park and had a picnic on a little hill. He is the greatest. You would love him.I love you, peach
Love Daddy

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Pregnant and Alone
FanfictionLuke starts writing in a journal from the beginning of his pregnancy. All alone. ~~~~~~ Male pregnancy Boyxboy -Muke-