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"Luke, you shouldn't perform." Michael spoke, looking at Luke through the mirror. "You could go into labor mid-concert."
"I'll be fine," Luke huffs. He goes to grab his guitar off the stand, but Michael grabbed it before he could. "Michael!"
"Luke." Michael said. "You aren't playing tonight. I don't want you, or the baby, hurt."
"We'll be fine," Luke says, "Please?"
Michael sighed. He felt awful for keeping Luke from doing what he loves most, but it's best for his and the baby's sake. "Luke, no."
"Luke yes."
"We aren't going to start this," Michael warned.
"We are."
"Luke stop, you aren't playing." Michael says, "Remember the last show? You almost passed out and almost fell off stage."
"I was just dehydrated!" Luke yells, stomping his foot like a little kid.
"One minute!"
Michael huffed and handed Luke his guitar, "Fine. If you feel dizzy at all, don't hesitate to stop and tell us, okay?"
"Okay." Luke nodded.
"Alright. Let's go rock out." Michael smiled, kissing Luke's head amd running his fingers along his very pregnant stomach.
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Halfway through Jet Black Heart, Luke felt his jeans get warm, and wet. He stopped singing and turned where Michael -- who was alarmed, along with Calum and Ashton -- was and waved him over. That was the last thing he saw before passing out.
When Luke woke up, he was in a hospital bed and he noticed his bump was gone. Luke started to fear the worst, but relaxed when he heard the gurgles of a baby.
"Mikey?" Luke croaked out, turning his head to look for said boy.
"Hey," Michael said quietly, rubbing her cheeks softly. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay," Luke said, "I should've listened. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Lu." Michael smiled. "Do you want to hold her?"
"Her?" Luke's eyes lit up. They had decided not to know the gender of the baby until birth, but Luke wanted a girl. Michael just wanted a healthy baby, but admitted he wanted a girl at one point.
"Yes, Lukey, her." Michael laughed, seeing Luke's eagerness to hold the newborn.
"So, what name are we choosing?" Luke asked, letting Michael place the baby in his arms in the correct position.
Michael turned his head and kissed Luke before answering his question, "I don't know. I have our list of names with us,"
"Why?"
"Incase of this day," Michael shrugged.
"She looks like a Kayleigh," Luke said softly, watching her open her green-blue eyes.
"Kayleigh," Michael said, "I love it. Kayleigh Nicole?"
Luke smiled more, "It sounds perfect. Kayleigh Nicole Clifford."
"You're -- we're -- taking my last name?"
Luke scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes, "No, we're taking Calum's. Of course we're taking yours."
