The Lucky One ⇝ Muke

chapter thirty

I think I'll do two more chapters and finish this so ty for readin so far

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"Do you know what you wanna name the kid?" Michael asked Luke, rubbing his bump as they lay in bed.

"The kid? Is that what you're calling our child?" Luke replied. "And I'm not sure yet, I have a few ideas."

"It's an it right now, when it's born I'll stop calling it an it." Michael shrugged, "and I like Jack."

"Not Jack, my brother would be too smug." Luke said, "I like Oscar, or maybe Harry, I met Harry Styles, he's my friend, lovely man, I'd love to have a child as nice as him." Luke said, putting down his book to look at Michael properly, "or Niall, he's nice too."

"So you're just friends with one direction huh?"

"Only Harry, really." Luke shrugged, "I text him occasionally, he wishes he could blank from the fame sometimes too—especially after he and Louis broke up."

"What?"

"What?"

Michael blinked, "Harry and Louis? Broke up? They dated?" He questioned, "I knew Harry was gay but not enough to fuck his band mate."

"Dude they were in love." Luke said, "I was very jealous."

"I want to call our son Harry." Michael decided, "what about middle names?"

Luke just shrugged, going back to his book, "don't mind."

"Can we call him Harry Luke Hemmings?" Michael asked, making Luke look at him again.

"You want to give our son my name?" Luke asked, feeling his throat close at the cuteness of it all. "You'd do that?"

"I mean, you were robbed of your own name for years, let's make sure our son knows his." Michael said, and then he yelped as Luke moved over quickly and kissed Michael deeply. Michael laughed and cupped Luke's face, kissing him back.

Luke pulled back and sat up, his book left abandoned, "thank you."

Michael grinned, "you're welcome."

"Honestly, you're so fucking perfect." Luke sighed, leaning down on to the pillows and placing his hand on Michael seven month bump. "How the fuck did I get so lucky?"

Michael smiled, "you wanna propose to me again don't you?"

Luke blushed, "I'm sorry I keep proposing, I just love you, I wanna marry you up already."

Michael snorted, "wait a while longer you dork."

Luke sighed dramatically, "fine, I'll wait till our son is born, but I'll propose right as we're holding him, and you're not allowed to say no this time."

"I won't say no."

Luke kissed Michael's forehead, "good, I love you."

"I love you too."

They snuggled in to the sheets after turning off the light. Luke put his book on the bedside table, then tugged the covers up to their shoulders. Luke pressed a kiss to Michael's shoulder, "night baby."

"Night Lu." Michael felt Luke kiss him again, this time nibbling softly. "God don't fucking bite me, you know I'll get a hard on instantly."

Luke giggled softly and bit Michael's neck, "I don't mind helping you out if you get turned on."

"You're the fucking worst."' Michael complained but let Luke move around as he moved below the sheets and tugged off Michael's boxers. "But god you've got the nicest mouth."

"I know baby." Luke purred, grabbing Michael's hips. "You ready for me? Also pass the lube."

Michael passed over the lube, "this isn't fair, you do this every single night. It's borderline harassment the amount you like to touch me while I'm pregnant."

"You look sexy pregnant." Luke shrugged, "now let me go this, lie back and enjoy."

So Michael did.

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Luke taking care of his mans