5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Wearing His Shirt While Pregnant

Calum: "None of my shirts fit anymore, Cal." you muttered as you sifted through your entire closet, plucking out what you wanted to wear and once you found out it wouldn't fit, it landed somewhere on the floor between you and the bed. Calum sighed and threw you one of his. "Wear mine." You did as he said and it formed around your baby bump perfectly and Calum grinned. "See, even the baby likes my shirt." You grin as the baby began to kick. "Yeah, she really loves the shirt. Good news baby girl mommy can't wear any of hers right now, so from now on, it's going to be just daddy's shirts." "We could get you maternity shirts." he commented and you slapped his arm. "From now on it's your shirts!" Calum chuckled. "Okay fine fine, you win! From now on we're sharing my shirts."

Michael: "Too hot to wear a shirt?" he mumbled walking into your bedroom and seeing you on the bed in just your bra and skirt on. "No." you groan and uncover your eyes. "I can't fit into any of my shirts anymore because once they reach the baby, it just stops going down and covering stuff." "Want to wear one of mine?" "I'll stretch it out!" you whine as you sit up and Michael shakes his head as he looks through his shirts until he found the perfect one and tossed it to you, covering your head accidentally as he did so. "Try it on." "I'm going to stretch it." "Just wear it." he smirked and you shook your head. "Don't come crying to me when you can't wear it because it's all stretched out." you grumble and put the shirt on and when it fit perfectly Michael looked at you from afar. "Love it. That has now been dubbed your pregnancy shirt until the baby is born."

Ashton: "(YN), what are you wearing?" Ashton asked and you spun around with the bowl of brownie batter and a spoon in your mouth and gave Ashton a sheepish grin. "Um, your shirt." Ashton laughed. "May i ask why you're wearing my shirt even though i do have to say it looks lovely on you and hides the baby pretty well." You nod. "It does. Um, so when i first started out doing these brownies here, i think the baby may have been more eager then me and kicked really hard and i spilled a ton of mix on me aka the shirt, so i took it off, found yours and so far the baby hasn't spilled anything on the shirt. Think he likes your shirts more then he does mine." Ashton laughed. "Well, he is a boy so i think that's a reasonable explanation." You giggle and flick some mix at him. "Baby wanted you to have some too."

Luke: "Damn, it goes down to your feet practically, looks like you're wearing a dress." Luke said as you walked well more like wobbled out of the bathroom after your bath. "Feels like a dress, but it's the only comfortable thing that we have that i can wear. I really think the baby is tired of all the tight shirts and wants to pop out soon, god knows i want the baby to come out soon and i can go back to wearing my own shirts again." Luke shook his head. "I really like seeing you wear mine though, it's really super sexy!" you pouted. "But i miss mine." Luke came over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Just a little over a week and then you can wear yours again, but for now, you look good in mine."