A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

2.7

I love the way you say my name, and the way your eyes light up whenever you see something, or do something we shouldnt. I love the way your hair is in the morning and how you remind me of a male lion cub just beginning to grow his mane because of the unruly, untamable hair. I love the way your eyelashes stick together early in the morning and how you open your eyes slowly because you like how it feels when they separate, I love your accent, especially when you say hello. I love the way you say my name in the middle of the day because it's so clear and so you. I love your eyes and they way they squint when you smile too big or how they look closed when you laugh too loud. Your laugh, oh god your laugh, I didn't know that there was such a thing as heaven on earth until I heard you laugh for the first time. Would it be too cliché if I told you it was the sound of angels singing? I love watching you smoke, as strange as it sounds. I love seeing you so calm and focused when you place a death stick between your beautiful pink lips, I love watching them wrap around the small tip and inhale the smoke that I think smells so good. I love it when you're smoking and you know I'm there, so you inhale the smoke and kiss me, letting the smoke fill my lungs as well. I love the after taste I get and the chapped feel of your lips.
"I love your hands. I love the sensation I get from them on my body, I love the tingles they give me and how you know I don't like using my left hand when we walk with our hands intertwined.
"I love your eyebrow piercing and how it twitches a little bit when you think I say something cheesy or embarrassing. I like how you change your hair color too much and how everyone says you're going bald, but you do it anyway. I love your flannels. I love to steal them and love the face you make when you see me wearing them and tell me I look better in them than you anyways. I lovelovelove wearing them. I love how they're too big on me and how the sleeves go over my fingers. I especially love wearing just your flannels in the morning with only a pair of boxers underneath. I love how they hide my growing belly and how you come up behind me in the mornings when I'm making breakfast and wrap your arms around my waist even if they don't fit all the way around me anymore.
"I love when you wake up before me and make breakfast and how you'll get up in the middle of the night just to satisfy my cravings. I could go on and on about all of the things I love about you, but most of all, I love you."

"I love your dark eyes. I love them so much because of the mixture of red in them to make them even more unique. I love them so much even though you think they're dull. I love your dark hair and how it's too long, but you still refuse to cut it. I love how skinny you are even though you think you're fat because of the pregnancy. I love comforting you and telling you that you're beautiful, because you are the most beautiful creature I've laid my eyes on. As crazy as it sounds, I love your scars. I don't love that you do that to yourself, but I love the uniqueness it gives you. I know that you wake up in the middle of the night crying because the scars on your stomach reopen because your stomach stretches out and peels them up. I love how you let me kiss them, even though you say it stings. I know where you hide your blades, but I don't throw them away, hoping you will do it yourself. I love your cheekbones, they make you look sexy, and I also love how you let me give you so many hickeys. I love how they suit you, those little red, I mean big red, sometimes purple marks on your body. I love you, more than I ever thought possible and I will love our children just the same."

"Congratulations, boys, you're having triplets." and in that moment, Michael almost passed out. Three kids all at the same time? He doesn't know if he's prepared for that.
"Triplets?" Calum squeaks, his face turning pale as the doctor nods.
"Two boys and a girl." and Calum's face lit up at the thought of a little girl. He isn't sure why, exactly, but he is. He's also happy that he's going to have two boys to protect his little girl when she gets her first broken heart. He likes the idea.
"Isn't that great, Mikey?" Calum asks as soon as the doctor excuses herself for just a moment.
"Yes, baby." Michael says, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips and kissing the top of Calum's hand. Michael's eyes are glowing and his features are bright as he waited for the doctor to return.
Dr. Myers walks back in not five minutes later with paperwork in her clutches. "Okay guys, let me explain to you how this is going to go. There will be two teams of doctors, one for the sake of you," She looks in Calum's direction before she speaks again. "and one for your children." she clears her throat. "Let me warn you that now that you have three children, the harder it will be on your heart since your body wasn't exactly made for this. You will be having a c-section since doing it the natural way would potentially paralyze you.
"Anyway, one set of doctors for your life and one for the children's, also so you do not worry too much the survival rate is a good 87.93 percent." she looks at Michael briefly and then looks back at Calum. "Also, you need to have a healthy amount of nutrients so they survive, okay? I have a prescription ready for you at the front. If you have any questions please give me a call." she says with a smile and hands Michael her card.
She cleans the gel off of Calum's stomach and he puts his shirt down and sits up right.
"Ready?" Calum asks with a smile and Michael nods, the 87.93 percent sticking in his head. What if Calum is the 12.07 percent? He shakes off his disturbed thoughts and walks with Calum to the front desk to pick up his prescription.
"Alright, you are going to need to take these three times a day with food, if you throw it up right away, you're going to have to retake it. It has to stay down for at least half an hour for it to work." she hands Calum a giant green bottle of giant pills as she instructs him on what to do. "If you run out you can always get more alright?" the clerk asks with an obviously fake smile.
"Thank you." Michael says as Calum's lost for words, his eyes the size of saucers at the size of the medication. They leave in silence, Calum still smiling to himself as they walk back into their hotel room.
Michael sits on the couch and turns the tv on and Calum lays down next to him with his head in his lap.
"Have you thought of names?" Calum whispers, looking at his lover with bright eyes.
"Hmm, I might've. Have you?" Michael asks, running his fingers through his raven hair.
"Yeah. What would the last name be? Hood-Clifford? Clifford-Hood?" Calum asks softly with droopy eyes and a sore abdomen. His fingers on his right hand gently brushed the material of the couch as his left hand was tucked away securely in his pocket just like it always was so nobody could see it.
"I think Clifford-Hood sounds better." they both say at the same time. They both giggle and Michael does the squinty eye thing again.
"Should we ask Ashton and Luke too?" Michael asks and Calum nods slowly even though he thinks that their ideas will be rediculous like 'Name a boy Luke!' Or 'Name a boy Ashton or a girl Ashlynn!' like no. So Michael texts them rather than getting up and getting them because he was just too damn comfortable to move.
*
"So you're pregnant again?" Luke says once he's seated comfortably on the floor in Ashton's lap with his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Yeah." Calum mumbles sheepishly and even quieter says something about having triplets under his breath.
"Wait, wait, wait. Triplets? Holy shit Calum, that's- that's amazing." Luke grins widely and Calum lets out a silent sigh of relief.
"So what is it? Three boys? Three girls? Two girls? One boy?" Ashton asks excitedly, his fingers subconsciously digging deeper into Luke's hip.
"Two boys, one girl." Michael grins lovingly down at Calum who was still having trouble keeping his eyes open, not to mention he had three kids pressing down on his bladder making him reallyreallyreally need to take a major piss.
"What are you going to name them?" Luke asks. Michael responds telling them that that's why they were actually asked to come.
"We aren't exactly sure yet, but we've narrowed it down." Calum says, remembering the conversation they had when he first found out he was pregnant the first time.
"To Lily or Willow if it's a girl and a boy Alec, Isaac, Scott, Liam, Brady, or Jack." Michael says, noticing his boyfriend's sleepy features.
"Willow like Willow Smith?" Ashton giggles and almost every one of them groaned.
"No not like Willow Smith you twit." Michael rolls his eyes.
"I do like Willow though, it's pretty." Luke mumbles softly.
"So Willow Clifford-Hood." Calum mumbles softly with a smile on his lips. "What about boys?" he asks, his eyelids drooping lower as he looks at his friends.
"What about Liam and Jack?" Michael pipes up, looking at his friends for approval. They nod, seeming to like the decision and Calum smiles.
"Willow, Jack, and Liam Clifford-Hood." he yawns. The boys spend the rest of the night in the Malum room, watching movies and sharing snacks just like they used to.
*
(a/n:triggering...:( )
Calum sobs in the middle of the night again, the skin of his stomach was bleeding again and he woke Michael up, again. He was curled up in the bathroom and blood was dripping from his skin.
"Calum." Michael whispers, standing in his boxers in the doorway. "Calum, baby." he repeats when his boyfriend took no notice to his presence. Michael walks to Calum and drops to his knees and brings him into his lap. "You have to stop." Michael whispers into his hair.
"I cant." was all Calum replied, his sniffles toning down a little. Michael sighs and gets up, going to where Calum hides his blades and takes them out. He looks over his shoulder at Calum and frowns before throwing them in the toilet and flushing them down.
"No!" Calum gasps and leans over the toilet with damp eyes. "How could you!" Calum cries, standing up to face Michael.
"It's for your own good, Calum." Michael says calmly.
"Yeah? Well what if I threw away your cigarettes? For your own good Michael!" Calum snaps, slapping his hands on his boyfriend's chest. "How could you...."

A/n: I'm not sure what that thing at the beginning was but oh well it was cute c:
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