Y/E/C=your eye color
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Ashton:
Since four in the morning, you had been puking your guts out while Ashton sat on the edge of the bathtub and held your hair back. "Why did I let you do this to me again?" You groaned in between barfs. Ashton chuckled quietly. "You know it's all worth it, Y/N," he replied as he rubbed your back. You didn't respond and dry heaved a couple of times before going to the sink and rinsing your mouth out. At two months along, you expected the morning sickness to go away within a few weeks. Ashton stood up to leave the bathroom and said: "Hey, babe, I'm gonna go make you some tea and toast. You hop right back into bed, and I'll be back in a sec." You nodded weakly and tucked yourself back into bed. Your skin was clammy and your throat was dry, but Ashton was back sooner than you thought and set a plate and mug down on your nightstand. He placed a hand on your forehead. "You know what, I'm going to run to the pharmacy real quick and pick you up some of those prenational gummies," he offered. Giggling, you replied, "You mean prenatal? And get them in citrus flavors please. Oh, and get some chicken strips and rice pudding please." Ashton smiled and kissed you quickly before heading out to get your groceries.
Michael:
"She's having an allergic reaction!" Michael yelled frantically as he carried you into the ER. Within a few seconds, there were paramedics by your side, taking you away from Michael and lifting you onto a stretcher. Less than an hour ago, you and Michael had been on a date at a Thai restaurant. You were having a great time until you felt your throat swelling up and you couldn't breathe. The food you had been eating was prepared with peanut oil. Michael recognized the signs of asphyxiation took you immediately to the emergency room.
Once you had been situated, the doctors allowed Michael to come into your room. "Hey, Y/N, he said softly. "How are you feeling?" There was a breathing tube in your nose and you were hooked up to an IV. Your eyes were barely open. "I've been better," you croaked out. "I'm so, so sorry, babe," Michael said. You didn't reply but you placed your hand on his cheek and held his face. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know the ingredients; who would except the chefs themselves? All you cared about was Michael being there for you no matter what, especially when you were in need or ill. "I can't blame you. I won't blame you. You're here with me and that's what's important," you told him.
Luke:
Tears filled your eyes as you looked at yourself in the mirror. All your beautiful hair was gone, but the cancer wasn't. At least we caught it early, doctors had told you. You knew that they were trying to give you the best chance at life you could have, but obviously at a price. "Y/N?" You heard someone call from downstairs, and then a door slam. Quickly, you wiped your eyes and turned to exit the bathroom when you came face to face with your husband, Luke. "W-were you crying, Y/N?" He asked. You said nothing and watched his face fall. In his hand was a new oxygen tank. "I stopped by the hospital on the way home to pick this up for you," he said quietly. Again you said nothing. You only made a sound when Luke took you into his arms and you finally let the tears fall and the sobs wrack your body. "I don't want to be sick; I don't want to leave you," you cried, burying your face into Luke's chest. His body began to shake as he started crying. "Y/N, sweetheart, please," he begged. "I know you are sick. I know you are sad. But you will get better." You pulled away and your watery Y/E/C eyes met his watery blue ones. "I can't promise anything, but I can promise that we're going to try everything to make you better. I love you, with all my heart. There's no way we're not going to fight as hard as we can," he swore. You knew that being sick wouldn't alter Luke's love for you in any way.
Calum:
Blankets enveloped you as you laid on the sofa, surrounded by crumpled tissues. It was cold outside, and you had a cold. Luckily, your boyfriend, Calum, was extremely caring and attentive. "Oh, Y/N!" He sang. "Chicken noodle soup is ready!" You smiled to yourself and wrapped yourself in another blanket before shuffling to the kitchen. "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" You said with a smile and a raspy voice. "Only a few times," he smirked, placing the bowl in front of you. "Careful, it's super hot! Sorta like you." Smiling to yourself, you took a spoonful and blew on it before putting it in your mouth. You soon finished and then went back to the couch and settled back down. Calum joined you a few minutes later, after he'd cleaned up a little. He put an arm around your shoulders and made a sizzling sound. "Jesus, babe, you're like a radiator!" You giggled. "Yeah, but it feels like I'm freezing," you told him. Calum smiled and kissed you without warning, and you quickly pulled away. "Calum! You're going to get sick now, dummy," you gasped. Calum replied: "Psshht, Y/N, I don't get sick!" You rolled your eyes and smiled as he kissed you again. Needless to say, Calum was drinking hot tea from a mug and was swaddled in blankets while you were making him soup.
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double updat damn i am awesome
pls enjoy yall already know this doesn't happen often haha love u tho
-anna x
