Calum: You sigh, tears falling down your face as you try to pull your shirt over your large bump, Calum comes into the room humming to himself and notices you crying "baby girl what is it?" He asks gently, coming over to you, he hugs you from behind, his warm hands rubbing over your belly "I just bought this shirt two weeks ago, and now it won't even cover half of my stomach, I'm huge, I look like a fucking beached whale" you sniff, looking down, not wanting Calum to see your tears "hey, hey, darling, you don't look like a whale, you look beautiful, you're glowing, it's not your fault that your stomach is growing, if anything its mine, I put those two in there, so blame me okay my love? You're carrying two babies, and you need to make space to accommodate them, and this is your body's way of doing so, and if you need to get new clothes every day then so be it, I love you and I'll get whatever you need, okay?" He murmurs, kissing you gently and rubbing your stomach, smiling at the feel of one of the twins kicking lightly.
Ashton: "Come on sweetie, eat up" Ashton cooes, pushing your plate of lasagna towards you "no I'm fine" you mutter, although the smell of the lasagna is making your mouth water "are you feeling ill? Is it the cheese? Would you like something else darling?" He asks, standing to help you to the bathroom if the need arises "no it's nothing, I'm just not hungry" you sigh, he gives you a puzzled look, his eyebrows drawn down "but all you've had is a bit of salad, and this morning you said you were craving lasagna, you said you were starving" he says gently "yeah well that was before I weighed myself, you know I've gained twelve kilograms recently?" you snap, tears forming in your eyes, you shake your head, your head bowed "oh darling, please don't do this to yourself, it's not your fault you've gained a bit, you're eating for two people, and anyway, the baby itself could weigh up to nine kilograms, which means you've probably only gained three. You're pregnant, give yourself a break, I love you no matter what, you could gain ten million kilograms and I'd still love you" he says firmly, leaning down and kissing you softly, before pressing a kiss to your swollen stomach "now come on, eat up, baby Irwin wants lasagna" he chuckles, pushing the plate back over to you.
Michael: You let out a shaky sigh, looking in the mirror at the dark stretch marks on the side of your large bump, you run your fingers over them, trying to keep your tears down, suddenly you see Michael reflected in the mirror, he is watching you with a look of pain in his eyes "you are so beautiful my girl, why can't you see what I see?" He asks, you groan "I'm not beautiful, look at these" you mutter, pointing at the marks "every single inch of you is perfect, including those marks, you know what I see when I look at them? Hmm? I see that our son is healthy and strong and growing like he should, I know you don't like them, but I do, I love them, and I love you and I love our little man" he murmurs, stepping closer to you, he kisses you firmly, his hands running over your belly.
Luke: "Hello gorgeous" Luke smiles, shaking the snow out of his hair "don't" you snap, stirring the pot on the stove steadily "uh oh are we in a bad mood?" He pouts, stepping up behind you and setting his hands on your hips "leave me alone" you mutter "not until you tell me what's wrong" he says firmly, rubbing your stomach and kissing your cheek "I-I'm just-I'm so f-fat now" you sniffle, tears running down your face "you're not fat darling, you're pregnant, you've got our daughter in you, and it's such an amazing, incredible feat, and I love you so much for doing it, I know it's tiring and not all that convenient, but you look stunning, absolutely gorgeous" he whispers into your ear, he turns you around and presses a kiss to your lips before crouching and kissing your bellybutton "be good for mummy my girl" he smiles.
