A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

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We ride to the hotel in the car silently. I don't want to talk about anything, I don't want to talk about my diagnosis, I don't want to talk about anything.

"Calum." Michael says, his eyes flickering in my direction. "Calum, what's wrong?" he asks as we pull into the parking lot.

"Nothing, I-Im on a rollar c-coaster that only goes u-up, my f-friend!" I say sarcastically, mentally shooting myself for this stupid stutter.

"Okay, 1) do not quote The Fault In Our Stars to me, that's a book that's too emotional, and 2) tell me what's really wrong." he says, turning off the car and turning in his seat to look at me.

"N-Nothing." I mutter, and he shoots me a look of disbelief. "It's just," I sigh, "th-there's all of this sh-shit that's wrong w-with me and it's like I-Im some sort of ch-child that needs to a-always be watched or e-else I'll eat s-something I shouldn't or so-omething." I grumble.

"Calum, you'll be treated just as you were treated before." he tells me sincerely. I give him a long look before I nod and exit the car along with Michael and head inside. "What do you wanna do?" he asks as we sit on the bed.

"I-I think Im going t-to call my m-mum." I tell him and stand, retrieving my mobile from my pocket. He nods understanding and pulls out his own device and lays down on the mattress as I dial the familiar number, the weight of the device stinging my finger. I switch hands as it rings and hold it up to my ear as I wait for an answer.

I sigh when I get voicemail and leave a quick message.

"Hey, mum. I-I was j-just calling t-to let you kno-ow that Im okay." I pause, thinking of something else that I should say. "I l-love you-u bye." I hang up, going back to where Michael is laying.

"Hey, babe." he says as I sneak up under his arm.

"Hey." I say, my confidence returning a little when I manage not to stutter.

"What do you wanna do?" he asks, putting his phone to the side.

"Nothing." I shrug, comfortable where Im laying.

"Fine with me." he hums, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I sigh in content and just look at Michael, just breathe him. We lay in silence, my cheek resting on his chest as I listen to the steady beat of his heart. The slow thump, th-thump of his heart seemed to lull me into a state of relaxation. The steady rise and fall of his stomach was hypnotizing me, sending me into a trance of my own as I watch. I feel the sudden sensation of skin on skin and realize Michael was drawing soft circles on my hip, causing goosebumps to arise in the area his touch lingered.

"I love you." I whisper softly.

"I love you too, Cal. Forever."  he says, pressing a soft kiss to my head.

"Do you kn-know if they got h-her?" I ask after a little bit and Michael noticably hesitates.

"She got away," he tells me, playing with my hair.

"Wh-what?" I gasp, starting to shake with fear. "How did t-they not get h-her?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"She was long gone before they even arrived, baby." he says softly. My eyes brim with tears and I look up at Michael.

"What i-if she comes back for m-me?" I squeak, clinging onto him tightly.

"I won't let her." he promises, "not again." he whispers and kisses my shaking lips. "Hey, Calum?" he says after a minute.

"Yes, Mikey?" I answer smoothly with a smile on my face, because once again, I avoid the stutter. Fuck yeah.

"Will you-uh be my boyfriend?" he asks, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.  I giggle and nod.