Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

ROYAL BLESSINGS (Calum)

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Royal!calum, the rightful almost ruler of his kingdom, would anxiously be waiting at the bottom of the grand marble staircase leading up to the nursing room where you currently lay. No cries could be heard and the chief nurse had scurried out of the room long beforehand in order to fetch more equipment from the emergency back-up vehicle outside. Prince Calum was not allowed to visit his wife and child until all had been cleared, but he knew that with the chief nurse having to leave the room, something wasn't quite right. He didn't even know whether you had given him a son or daughter, and the newborn infant hadn't even made themselves known by crying of screaming.

Around 15 members of staff, all praying and awaiting the new arrival, stood around him, also there to tend to Calum's every need by the flick of his wrist or a furrow of his dark brows. He kept pacing around the stairs, wringing his hands together, and swallowing his thoughts every five seconds until he feared he would drown in them before a blood-curdling scream could be heard echoing down from the nursing room. As he watched more maids and the chief nurse rush back upstairs, he follows quickly, knowing fine well that he is to be King one day, and nothing stands between the King and what he wants.

He sees you lying back, panting and red in the face as you lay exhausted from the pain and immense effort on your part. He's never been prouder of you, and quickly, before anyone can throw him outside again, he rushes over to hold your hand, pushing his own curls from his face, and then your own, to properly observe and question the situation at hand. Yet as he goes to speak, reminding you that your baby will be here soon, and that it will all be worth it and over before you know it baby, I promise our little love is worth it, his eye catches to the other side of the room, where a little brown baby is already being swaddled in a blanket with the royal crest stitched onto the corner.

His head is spinning as you ready yourself to push again, only bringing his attention back to you as you squeeze his hand so tightly he thinks you've rubbed off the concealer he uses to hide his 'common' and 'not at all regal' tattoos that he keeps hidden within the palace walls. One of your favorite aspects of him, his tattoos kept so secretly and known only by a few, was his silent acts of love and rebellion, as the names of the King and Queen laced together on the back of his hands as his sister's name marked his arm.

This little one already had a place near his wrist, as well as fully nested in his heart.

"Princess, sweetheart, what's going on? I thought" his words stop and start irregularly due to his baffled predicament and the worry coursing through his veins. He collects himself, reminds himself of who he is, and asks again, this time directing a more coherent message to the maid in charge.

"Nurse, I demand you tell me why my wife is still in such a way when our child is over there! I demand for my wife and I to see our child!"

You look up at him, the nurse being much too busy to explain the sudden surprise involved within your labor and so after he looks to you, he wipes your sweaty brow as his desperate face demands an answer, you smile softly as the next contraction fades if only for a short while.

"Cal, it's twins. The first in royal history...I'm so sorry I never knew-"

You're cut off from speaking to your husband as you feel ready to finally finish pushing, to give birth to the second of your two newborn children. Immediately, your little surprise begins to cry as you give one final push causing your body to collapse within seconds from the sudden lack of pressure and exhaustion, causing their older sibling to also burst into tears despite already being wrapped up in their blankets. The very sound of these two angels screaming and crying in the nursing room finally filled the palace with the noise the King and Queen had so wanted for before giving their own son the throne. It warmed Calum's heart, and while you were handed your oldest, he took the younger of the two in his arms and looked at their big brown eyes and tiny plump lips.

"They're not identical, your highnesses. The eldest is a girl, and my prince, you hold your son."

Calum is certain that he has never been so in love, so calm, and so protective of something, as he is of these two perfect beings, in his whole life. Now, with this new heightened level of importance and vulnerability, he finally understands what it means for a mere Prince like himself to become the King his parents had known he would one day become.