Luke sighed as he laid with his back on their king sized bed.
He was 8 1/2 months pregnant and he was ready to get this baby out of him.
"Michael!" Luke yelled, not even having the energy to sit up on his own.
He got no response from the older boy that was downstairs, so he just slowly sat up, the pain in his back and feet almost unbearable.
He whined and laid back down, turning on his side.
"Mikey!" He yelled, a pout on his face.
He didn't get an answer again and he was starting to get frustrated. There is a lot of emotions when you're 8.5 month pregnant, and Luke allowed tears to fall from his eyes as he yelled for Michael again.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Michael asked as he walked in the door.
"I- I really wanna come downstairs." Luke cried, and Michael laughed a little, but didn't let Luke see because that would only trigger his uncontrollable emotions more.
"Cmon sweetheart. I'll help you." Michael said and smiled, reaching his hand out for Luke.
"But i also just wanna go to bed." Luke cried. "I don't know what I want to do."
"Well, how about you come downstairs and let me hold you until you fall asleep?" Michael offered, and Luke thought for a second before nodding, biting on his pointer finger.
"Carry me.." Luke whispered, and Michael looked back at him.
"Babe, I would love too, but I can't. I can carry you alone, but not when you have our child in you, and especially not down the stairs." Michael said, and Luke pouted.
"Than just come lay down with me, please?" Luke asked softly.
"Of course.." Michael told him, and crawled in beside him.
He pressed his chest to Luke's back, and placed his hand on Luke's stomach.
"She's gonna be so beautiful. Just like you.." Michael whispered, making Luke smile.
"What if she doesn't like us?" Luke whispered, and Michael laughed a little again.
"Babe, she's gonna love us. What are you talking about?" Michael asked, and Luke turned around, his still growing stomach between them.
"I don't know.." Luke whispered.
"She's going to absolutely love us. Especially you because you are perfect, and you're going to be such a great dad." Michael told him, running his hand through Luke's hair.
"I love you." Luke whispered, tangling his hand with Michaels.
"Love you too, sweetheart."
