Luke: You shook your boyfriend, Luke’s arm. It was 3:49AM and your baby wanted cake. Ice cream cake, Which you did not have, and so you HAD to wake Luke to get it. “Babe?...Lukie Bookie… Lucas?? Hemmo… LUCAS ROBERT HEMMINGS GET YOUR ASS UP!” You pretty much yelled. “Mmmm… What is it now…” He groaned tiredly. “ I want cake!” You say. “Go have some, there is a piece in the fridge Y/N” “ It’s not Ice cream cake now is it?!” You snap pissed at Luke, due to your hormones. “Okay… Okay. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” He mumbled pulling himself slowly out of bed. “Bloody hell! Could you go any slower!” He mumbled something incoherent before pulling on his shoes and heading out the door to get your cake.
Michael: “Mikey!” You call through the tour bus. You were 8 months pregnant and Mikey wouldn’t leave you at home for his short tour, so you bug the hell out of him for making you go on this damn tour bus… Especially with your belly that big. “MICHAEL GORDAN CLIFFORD!” You scream. “What! What do you need now!?” He groaned walking in the room. “Pizza.” You state. “What kind?” He asked. “Pepperoni, Bacon, Pineapple, Potatoes and anchovies.” You say a large grin on your face. A look of pure horror came across Mikey’s face. “That’s just wrong!” He exclaimed. “But that’s what the baby wants.” The smirk on your face widening. “Fine, I’m not kissing you for a week after you eat that though.” He shook his head grabbing his hoodie. “You wont last that long!” You called after him with a laugh.
