A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

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A/n: warning: the beginning is eh

Two years old

"Michael can you get that please?" Calum asks with a baby spoon in his hand, feeding Jack his lunch when the doorbell rang. Michael may or may not have ordered a pizza.

"Yep." Michael pops the p and opens the door, his mouth watering at the sight of the pizza box. He pays the delivery boy and brings the box in and

Sets it on the island. Calum's head snaps up at the smell of pizza and he rushes to feed Jack since Michael already fed the other two so he could get a piece of pizza. Jack finallyfinallyfinally gets the rest of the food down and Calum rushes over to snatch the last piece from the box and scarfs it down.

"I can't believe they're already two." Michael mumbles, watching his three children mess about on the ground.

"Me neither," Calum agrees and moves to stand close to his boyfriend. "You're old." Calum giggles and elbow's the paler one's side playfully. Michael rolls his eyes with a soft smile on his face and nudges him back.

"You're older than me, babe." he mumbles, turning so he traps the Kiwi lad between himself and the counter.

"Only by like 9 months." Calum pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, jutting his lip out.

"So?" Michael presses a kiss to Calum's lips, Calum liking the feel of metal on his lips as Michael had just gotten snake bites.

"Whatever. At least I won't be bald first." Calum smirks causing his boyfriend's eyebrow to twitch.

"So you wanna play that game?" he obviously has the advantage, since he was the one pinning Calum to the counter.

"Bring it." Michael presses his hips against Calum's, causing friction to happen where they both needed it and the darker boy pressed his lips together in a tight line to keep noises from escaping his lips.

"Cmon, baby. Make a noise. I know you want to." the younger whispers huskily in Calum's ear. The older is practically shaking, but he doesn't let his boyfriend see it as a cry is heard from behind them, distracting Michael so Calum can break free.

He puts Liam's bottle back in his reach and wait for all the kids to finish their lunch before putting them down for a nap.

Calum takes Willow and Michael firmly believes she's going to be a daddy's girl rather than a papa's girl as he lays her down in her crib. Willow is out like a light as Michael places the boys in their separate rooms.

The couple meets back in their own room, due for their nap as well. Calum is in his boxers, or Michael's rather, as well as Michael's flannel which reached to just above his knees like before.

"You look so perfect, standing there in my Australian apparel underwear." Michael hums, wrapping his arms around Calum's waist from behind and resting his chin on the dark skinned lad's shoulder.

"You can't quote your own song." Calum scoffs and rolls his eyes even if he did think it was kind of cute.

"Yes I can, dont try and act like you don't like it, and do you ever wear your own clothes anymore?" he whispers softly, his scruff tickling Calum's neck. "Not that I'm complaining." he mumbles lowly and kisses his boyfriend's neck.

"Your clothes are comfier." Calum squeaks, one of the sleeves on the flannel falling from its place on his elbow to down below his fingertips. Calum turns to face his boyfriend and cups his face in his hands and kisses him passionately. His left fingers hovers over Michael's cheek, his palm slightly brushing the surface as the taller one deepened the kiss.

"Jump." Michael whispers in Calum's ear and then kisses directly below it as the darker boy's legs are wrapped firmly around Michael's waist. He walks over to the bed kissing and nipping at his boyfriend's neck as he lays him down on their bed.

They share the meaning of love in that bed as they become a tangle of sheets and sweat.

*

The couple do end up getting about twenty minutes of sleep afterwards, but it isn't really enough for Calum because he's dragging the rest of the day.

He's watching the kids play on the floor with some toys with his head in Michael's lap and his eyes glossy and bloodshot.

Between the feeling of his hair being messed with and the sound of Michael's humming, he eventually is lulled to sleep once again. He wakes to the feeling of cold hands pulling on his face and poking at his nose and giggles, softly swatting the hands away knowing he's being the victim of some sort of color assault.

He's almost afraid to open his eyes as he hears Michael giggle from behind him. A chubby hand is swiped across his lips with some sort of liquid substance on at and Calum prays to The Lord that it's paint. He peels his eyes open, dried red paint gluing his eyelashes together. He comes face to face with a little girl with her hair in little black pig tails and a shit eating smile on her face. There's a mixture of blue, green, yellow, and red paint coating her hands as she giggles, clapping her hands together gleefully. Calum is suddenly wide awake, fully aware that Michael has a video camera aimed in his direction as he scoops up his daughter and blows raspberries on her stomach causing her to giggle and squirm. Two more little beings jump on his back and Calum falls forward, pretending like they took him down.

"Ahh, nooo." he cries with a smile on his face and falls on his stomach on the couch, careful not to crush his daughter. His boys jump on their daddy and crawl over onto his stomach, making Calum lay on his back as his children playfully slap at his torso, Willow even joining in.

They jump and play on their daddy until Calum fakes hurt and covers his face pretending to cry.

"Dada?" Willow says in a worried voice, her hand on Calum's right one. "Dada, you kay?" she squeaks and Calum makes his eyes all watery and moves his hands and pokes out his bottom lip. He shakes his head no and Willow gasps, pestering her brothers to stop hurting their daddy and presses a slobbery kiss to his lips.

"Dada bettah?" She asks with wide eyes and Calum shakes his head no. Willow turns to her brothers and yells at them to give their daddy a kiss so he gets 'all bettah.' The boys look at each other and Jack kisses his daddy on his cheek and Liam kisses his daddy's lips just like his sister did and Calum smiles at his children.

"Dada bettah!" Willow squeals and the tanned boy laughs, looking at his children who now all have paint on their lips. What a picture perfect moment, Calum thinks as he stares at his children with a warm feeling in his chest. He's filled with so much pride and he just can't believe that these three beautiful creations are his.

a/n:

Do kids even start talking at two? idk

Would it be too cliché if I told you I hate everything?

I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you have a nice day or night. 😊

P.s. I don't hate you guys <3

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