Oh good lord, Calum’s…I can’t even explain it. I really struggled with his and Luke’s and I’m sorry that it turned into a bit of drabble.
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Ashton: You were getting dressed for the day and when you were just about to put your shirt on, when you caught sight of the scar you had gotten from your C-Section. Ashton came in, stopping when he saw you scrutinizing yourself in the mirror. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, “What’s the matter?” You shook your head, “Nothing. It’s nothing to worry about.” He shook his head, resting it on your shoulder, “Now that’s not true. C’mon, tell me what’s wrong.” Sighing, you turned to look at him, “I…I just don’t like the scar.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you closer, his lips pressing against the skin just above the scar and you pushed him away. “Don’t.” you whispered, “Don’t pretend that you like it. Look at it. It’s ugly. It makes me look-” His hand came up to rest over your mouth. “Stop.” he said sternly, “Just stop. You’re just as beautiful as you were before. This scar meant that Jessie, our little girl was able to come into the world healthy.” You nodded and let him kiss the skin again, “Do you think it’ll go away?” His thumbs stroked your skin softly, “Doctor said that it could. But if you’re really that anxious about it, we can get some of those creams, yeah? They might help.” You nodded and sat yourself down on his lap. “You’re beautiful.” he whispered again, causing you to let out a smile and press your forehead against his, “Thank you.”
Calum: You didn’t like feeling like this. Whenever the two of you would go out with the babies, you would feel as if everyone was staring at you. Even more so when you would run into fans; a lot of them were thinner and skinnier than you and it made you feel intimidated because let’s face it, having two babies had really taken a toll on your body. Calum came home from the studio one day to find you sitting on the couch, flicking through your wedding album. You ran your finger down a photo of the two of you, admiring your figure. You hadn’t realised that he had come home and it startled you when he sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his chest. “Thank you,” he suddenly whispered, making you look up at him. “For what?” you asked. “You knew that when you got pregnant, that your body would change and things would happen that you wouldn’t be happy with but you still decided to go through with this to give me two of the most beautiful children.” You flushed suddenly, trying to look down but of course, he made you look at him again. “Don’t listen to anything you hear. Or anything you see in magazines. You gave birth. An amazing thing and you deserve to enjoy this time, not let people drag you down. Okay?” Nodding, you pressed a kiss to his lips, already feeling a little better about yourself.
Luke: Darren was down for the night so you and Luke settled down for a night in front of the T.V and you had decided on watching Transformers for some reason. It was the scene where Megan Fox was fixing the car and you couldn’t help but notice that your husband’s eyes were practically glued to her. “You like what you see?” you asked, making him look down at you. “Well yeah,” he shrugged, “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit she’s gorgeous.” Pursing your lips, you grabbed one of the cushions beside you and smacked him with it before getting up from the couch. Just a couple of days ago, you had voiced your feelings to him, telling him that you had been feeling pretty crap lately, not knowing if it was your hormones or what. Luke, realising what he had just said, quickly shut the T.V off before following you through to the kitchen, spotting you by the sink. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, arms wrapping his arms around you, “That was a dick thing to say. Especially after what you told me the other day.” When you didn’t answer, he began kissing your neck, “C’mon, (Y/N). I’m sorry. You know that. Megan Fox has nothing on you.” Smiling, you turned around to kiss him, “I forgive you. I’m just being silly.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you properly, “You weren’t. Anything to do with your feelings is not silly and I should have realised that.” He then took your hand and led you back through to the living room, “Let’s watch something else.”
Michael: You were completely paranoid and were convinced that Michael had lost interest in you. You were even trying to stop him going out grocery shopping. He was completely oblivious to how you were feeling, you always kept your feelings bottled up instead of sharing and he laughed off your actions, pressing a kiss to both yours and Amy’s heads before disappearing out the door. You tried to keep yourself busy by fussing over Amy and cleaning up the house a little bit before sitting down on the sofa. “Your daddy will be home soon,” you whispered, smiling down at your daughter. At least you hoped he would be. You were certain that he was going to leave you; say he was going shopping and never come back. You had just put Amy down for a nap when you heard the door open, Michael’s cheerful whistling as he shut it behind him. You practically ran down the stairs, throwing yourself into his arms. “Woah,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “Hello there.” Your arms tightened around his waist so he couldn’t pull back. “What’s the matter?” he asked, “(Y/N)?” You shook your head, “It’s stupid. I…I just get worried that you’re not going to come home. That sometime, you’re going to meet someone else.” He shook his head, resting his forehead against yours, “Never. I’d never leave you.”
