Ashton: It was late at night when Ashton finally got home from the studio. He was a tired, hyper boy, who just wanted to curl up next to you and fall asleep but also wanted to stay up and chatter about the nonsense that went on today. "We wrote a sick song today," he says, plopping his shaggy locks onto the pillow next to you. "I mean, it just starting flowing and everything. And there's this awesome drum solo that we're gonna add," he spurts out excitedly, a little yawn trailing behind. He rubs the heels of his palms across his face, trying his best to stay awake because he loves telling you about his day when you two are pressed against the pillows. "Ash," you speak up, "y'know you can go to sleep." He smiles sleepily, turning over on his side so he'd propped on his elbow looking down on you. "I know...but I like talking to you before I go to sleep. Gives me sweet dreams." He presses a kiss to your forehead whispering, "Goodnight, babe," before snuggling down under the covers with you.
Calum: "So," he says one night, interrupting your reading. "Hm?" you ask, your head facing him, but your eyes still scanning the page. Calum rolls his eyes and smiles because of how into your book you are. "What's it about?" he asks, his fingers poking at your sides. "A love story where the guy acts like a total douche to the girl of his dreams and when she's with another guy he realizes that she's the one." Calum's eyebrows rise as he scoots closer to you, resting his chin in the crook of your elbow. "That sounds like our story," he states, wrapping his arms around your middle. "It does," you notice, patting down his drying shower hair, "but I think you realized I was the one before you became a major douche." You give him a toothy grin as you close your book. "How big of a douche was I?" "About a five," you shrug, turning off the lamp, scooting down so you're now face to face with Calum. "I'm really sorry babe," he pouts. "S'okay." "Lemme make it up to you..." he smirks, rolling you underneath him.
Luke: Luke was tossing and turning tonight in bed, which meant that there was something rattling on in that brain of his. "Y'know, me and the baby can't sleep with you moving," you grumbled, rolling you and you swollen belly over to face him. He sighed, placing his hand on top of your belly, "I know. It's just...what if I'm not a good father? What if she thinks that her dad is crap and-" You cut his rambling off by placing your fingers over his mouth. "Just shut up. You are going to be a great dad, okay? She's gonna be head over heels for her daddy like I am," you say snuggling against his chest. "You're positive?" he assures, bringing a hand to fan over his little girl inside your belly. "I'm positive," you reassure pecking his lips. "Now go back to sleep cause I'll be up in a few hours to pee." Luke chuckles, curling further into you.
Michael: He was unusually quiet tonight, typically, Michael always had something to say before he went to bed. Whether it was a story or some dumb joke that Luke had told him, there was always something rattling from his lips. "You're quiet tonight," you notice, pressing the inside of your hand against his chest. "Just thinking..." he breathes, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers. "About?" "The future," he hums, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. "Am I in your future?" you ask, your gut hopeful that he says yes. "Of course," he says, and your stomach flips at the thought of a future with Michael. Before you have a chance to ask any more about the future, Michael pecks your lips mumbling a good night against them.
