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Baby Fever - Part 2

Michael: "Can we talk now?" Michael asked the second the two of you were back in your hotel room. "You don't seriously want a baby right now," you stated with a shake of your head. "Yes I do!" Michael insisted, a bit offended that you didn't believe him, "They're adorable!" "They're also a ton of work," you reminded him, plopping down on the bed and patting the spot next to you for Michael. "I know that," Michael answered as he sat beside you. "Do you really?" you asked in disbelief, eyeing him to make sure he was really listening. "Well, yeah," he replied with a shrug, "But I can change diapers and stuff. How hard could it really be?" "Michael, if we had a baby our social lives would be over," you explained patiently, "And you're on tour! We can't have a baby when you're never gonna be home." "I guess you're right," Michael mumbled in defeat, examining his hands to avoid letting you see his disappointed eyes. "One day, definitely," you assured him, lifting his chin so his eyes met yours and then softly pecking his lips. "I was serious about marrying you, too, ya know," Michael reminded you quietly. "Good," you affirmed with a smile. "Probably soon, too," he added as he pulled you into his arms and fell back on the bed with you. "Maybe in the meantime we can buy a kitten or something," you suggested with a shrug. "Wait yes!" Michael shouted, jumping up suddenly, "Yes, yes, yes! Let's get a kitten!" His excitement made you laugh, although you knew he wasn't joking. "It can be our baby," you decided, to which Michael gladly agreed.

Calum: "So it says here we're supposed to have sex at least every other day," you informed Calum as you sat on the couch, deep in a book on getting pregnant. "We can manage that," Calum joked, making himself laugh. "But right before my ovulation period we should have it at least every day," you read out. "The more the merrier," Calum encouraged, hoping to take your attention from your book to him. He crawled across the couch toward you, sliding his hand up your leg. "Cal, I'm reading," you sighed impatiently. "Shouldn't we be getting to work?" he wondered, leaning over your book to kiss you. "I'm doing research," you pointed out with a smile. Discouraged, Calum sat back. "Okay, I'm supposed to stay relaxed," you read with a curt nod. "You aren't doing a very good job on that one," Calum mumbled. "Well, it's hard when you aren't helping," you retorted shortly. "I'm trying to help," Calum whined, "My sperm are up and ready to go! Let 'em in!" You sent him a pointed glare and he gave up with an exasperated sigh. "Oh, you're supposed to be less stressed, too," you shared. "I'm stress free and ready to impregnate," Calum insisted, leaning toward you yet again. "And you've been eating a healthy diet?" you questioned, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from coming closer. "You already know that," he groaned, growing tired of your research. "Right, right," you muttered, eyes back on the book. "Babe," Calum pleaded, finally pulling the book from your hands and placing it on the table, "Can you just let my little swimmers do their magic?"