MUKE one shots ♡

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for GlitterAshton ♡

tw: mpreg

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After Luke's been feeling sick for days he finally woke up feeling slightly better.

Michael tried to force him to stay in bed just a day longer, so they could be sure he's strong enough. They were leaving for their honeymoon in a matter of days and the last thing Michael wanted was for his husband to feel unwell on their vacation.

As soon as the older man started preparing them some breakfast Luke snuck outside, saying he needed some fresh air.

Michael wanted to protest but Luke was way too stubborn to listen anyway. Instead, he distracted himself with making the pancakes or at least the healthier version of them to feed his lover.

It was only after the doors unlocked when he glanced to the clock realizing Luke was gone for nearly forty-five minutes.

"Babe?" Michael turned around with a bowl of applesauce in his hands.

There, in the middle of their hall, was Luke. He looked like he was going to get sick again.

"Luke, are you okay?"

As Michael took a step closer, Luke took a step back.

"Luke?" He asked again, he was worried and the lack of response from Luke was killing him.

"Mikey.." Luke whined, his eyes filling up with tears.

"Lukey, what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant."

Michael didn't know if he was just imagining those words coming out of Luke's mouth or if it was true. It was something between a whisper and a whimper.

"Oh my god." Dropping the bowl out of his hands Michael rushed over to his husband not caring for the bowl that broke into a billion pieces.

"Are you happy?" Luke whispered against Michael's neck, not really hugging him back.

Setting the man on the ground Michael stepped back and gently grabbed Luke's face.

"Of course I am." There were tears in his eyes to confirm it. "Aren't you?"

"We said we'll wait for the perfect moment an-and.." Luke began to hiccup and Michael shushed him.

"And there couldn't be a more perfect moment than now." Michael smiled and wiped away the tears. "Yes, I'm a bit sad that we won't be getting drunk with sangria on our honeymoon but this. Us being a family is better than anything I'd want."

Michael placed a hand on Luke's flat belly and ran his fingers over where their baby was growing.

"We're gonna have a baby." Luke smiled.

They both had tears of joy in their eyes when Michael pressed their lips together.

The older boy panicked and backed away from their kiss. "Fuck, we have to call the doctor, get you on prenatal vitamins.."

"Shh. Don't swear around the baby." Luke giggled earning an eye roll from his forever.

"I fucking love you, Luke Clifford."

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Love, Lucija ♡