A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

2.4

It's gotten worse. I hate being pregnant, I mean my stomach always hurts and I always want something to eat and now I've moved on to being more in the gassy region. It sucks majorly, randomly farting, especially during interviews. It's so embarrassing and to make it worse the interviewer will stop asking questions and start asking if I heard that, if I smelt that which of course no I did not.
I always throw up, whether it's the smell of coffee or when I wake up in the morning.
I've also started craving. Craving sweets and lemonade and diet Mountain Dew (which sucks because I hate diet) and lots of meat too.
"Mikey." I whine, rolling uncomfortably in bed, trying to wake him up. "Michael." I pout, dragging his name out. His newly pierced eyebrow twitches and he opens his eye and looks at me sleepily.
"Hmm?" he groans beginning to wake up more as he rubs one eye.
"I'm hungry." I whisper, feeling guilty that I woke him at the ungodly hours of the night again.
"Yeah?" he mumbles, sitting up. "What do you wanna eat?" he asks, standing up already and getting his hoodie and slipping on shoes.
"Cake. Chocolate." I whisper, still feeling horrible that I've done this almost every night this week.
"Okay." he presses a sloppy kiss to my lips and walks out if the door. I sigh sadly and stare at the popcorn ceiling.
How has Michael not been annoyed with me yet? How is he still putting up with my nonsense pregnancy? I blink away tears and look down at my exposed tummy. I was already beginning to show, my stomach already buldged out in a hard half circle. I immediately frown at the thought of getting fat, how big would this baby make me exactly? How am I going to hide it?
I sigh softly and rub my stomach softly until Michael gets back. He gets back about twenty minutes later with cake and a coffee for himself I'm assuming.
"Thanks Mikey." I mumble, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. He responds immediately, cupping my cheeks and kissing me back with the same force.
"I love you." I say in between kisses as we move back towards to bed. We fall back slowly, Michael careful not to press too much weight on me as his hands roam down my sides and grasp my ass softly. I moan in his mouth and he slips his tongue in between my lips, our tongues rubbing against one another creating a warm sensation at the pit of my stomach.
My hands go to the zipper of Mikey's hoodie and I unzip it, him doing the rest of the work and it falls to the ground. I quickly slip off his t shirt and throw it aside, running my hands over his chest and playing with his nipple causing him to moan loudly.
"Mm, Calum." he whispers, removing my shirt as well. My hands move to the top of his sweatpants and pull them down, knowing he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath.
*
I lick my lips and smirk a little as I press a kiss his lips. He moans softly at the taste of himself and lays back, panting softly. I get up and go to the kitchen area where he left the bag with the cake in it. I take it out and begin digging into the delicious chocolate desert and jump when I feel hands wrap around my neck and lips pressed to my temple.
"Thanks, Mikey." I mumble with a mouthful of cake.
"No, thank you." He mumbles.
*
"Calum, are you ready to go?" Michael asks later that day.
"I guess." I mumble, looking in the mirror to make sure it wasn't noticeable.
"Let's go, baby." he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck before grabbing my hand and walking towards the door. We were on our way to the doctor, I have an appointment to see if everything is okay with the pregnancy. We sit in a taxi and my leg is bouncing uncontrollably as I stare out of the window. I almost jump when a hand is placed on my knee.
"Calum, relax." he squeezes my knee comfortably and I sigh and nod, leaning against him.
"I know, I'm sorry." I sigh, "I'm just nervous." I mumble. He wraps an arm around me and nods.
"I am too, but don't worry, everything will be fine." he promises and I nod, still unsure.
We get to the clinic and are sitting in the waiting room with my heart pounding away in my chest. What if something goes wrong? What if something's wrong with the baby? My stomach is in knots and I'm sure that if I hadn't thrown up this morning I would be throwing up right now. Apart from the overwhelming smell of coffee making me nauseous, and the after effects of morning sickness, my stomach is driving me insane.
"Calum Hood?" a nurse walks in and says my name causing my head to snap upwards. "The doctor will be seeing you now." she nods her head in the direction of the back room and we get up and follow her. She leads us to a room with nobody in it yet so I sat in a chair, wanting to avoid the padded table.
"Calum." a woman walks in with a big smile. "I'm Dr. Myers, I specialize in male pregnancies." she shakes both of our hands and her gaze falls upon Michael. "You must be the impregnater."
"Michael." he says with a small blush.
"Right. So today is just a check up am I right?" She asks, her eyes skimming her clipboard briefly.
"That's right." I say in a shaky voice.
"Follow me for an ultra sound." she says and leaves the room without waiting for us. We walk quickly behind her and into another room. "alright, Calum, would you lay there for me?" she points to a padded table similar to the one before.
"Do you have anywhere else?" I ask, looking at the table doubtfully. I'm sure I look like a freak but there's no way in hell I'm getting on that table.
"No, I'm sorry Mr. Hood you have to lay here in order to get a good look." she gives a sympathetic look but I nod shortly and shakily get on the table. I squeeze my eyes closed and take a deep breath before I reopen my eyes.
"Okay." she rolls up my shirt to just below my nipples before getting a tube of gel out.
"This might be cold." she warns before squirting it all over my stomach. I let out a small squeak at the rush of cold and she rubs it around my stomach. "Alright." she smiles and turns on a machine and gets the wand in her hand and presses it to my stomach as we all watch the screen. She frowns at the screen making my heart jump and she mumbles some things under her breath before looking at me sadly.
"I'm so sorry, it looks like the baby didn't get enough nutrients and didn't survive." she frowns and wipes the petroleum jelly from my stomach.
"You're kidding. Tell me this is some sick joke." Michael begs and she shakes her head slowly.
"I'm afraid not. I'm sorry. Since the baby was at such an early stage in development it will exit your body just like a heavy period.
"But please come back if you decide to try again. A nurse will be back to escort you out. I'm so sorry." she gets up and walks out of the room as I begin to curl into myself.
"No, no, Calum, don't do that." Mikey is at my side in an instant, taking my hand in his. My eyes start watering and I immediately assume that it's karma for thinking I hated being pregnant. "Cal, baby don't cry." he whispers, wiping tears that were falling from my eyes. "Let's go back okay?" he asks, but I don't move, I don't do anything, I just want my baby back.
He takes my hand and leads me outside where a taxi awaits. He tries to comfort me the whole way back and in some ways it works, but I just can't stop thinking about it.
"Mikey?" I ask hoarsely.
"Yes, baby?" he whispers.
"We're going to try again right?" I mumble sadly, my voice cracking.
"Of course."
a/n: hey I'm sorry it's sad like
Dayumn.
It's kind of badly written bc I'm in a rush but v sad I'm v sorry.
*spoiler*
Ps not the end of Calum's pregnancies.
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Um
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MIHAEL GOT AN EYEBROW PIERCING AND IT IS JESUS ITS SO HOT HAINTBWUSLANTRLAJDJFORRMESSOQ
also I won't be around for a few days so yeah