5sos imagines

Struggling artists *final part*

Calum (Struggling photographer)

I walked into the building where Calum was doing his photoshoot.

"Y/N! Here, Y/N!" the paparazzi shouted as I headed in.

"Hello, Mrs Hood." The receptionist smiled.

"Oh, Calum and I aren't married." I smiled.

"Yet." She mumbled, making my eyebrows furrow. I walked into the elevator and pressed the bottom before it started to go up. The doors opened and I walked in to see Calum snapping pictures of the models. He spotted me.

"Hey, baby." He smiled as he kissed me.

"Hey. How's the shoot going?" I asked, smiling at the models.

"Look for yourself." He shrugged, showing me the photos.

"He's captured my good side, hasn't he?" one of the models joked.

"You all look beautiful." I smiled as I took off my jacket.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Calum asked.

"Sure." I nodded. He gently took my hand and led me out of the room.

"I have some bad news." He sighed.

"Which is?" I asked.

"The photoshoot is nowhere near finished, so I can't make dinner." He spoke.

"Aw, Cal, we've had this booked for a month." I groaned.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you." He promised, taking my face in his hands.

"Okay." I sighed.

"But I do have a surprise for you." He spoke. I looked at him expectantly. He let go of my face and took something out of his pocket. My eyes widened as he opened the velvet box to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

"It was my grandmother's. Mum gave it to me last week when I said that I wanted to propose." He spoke gently.

"Yes." I smiled. He returned it before sliding the ring onto my finger and kissing me.

"I love you so much." I smiled.

"I love you too." He returned.

Luke (Struggling artist)

I walked around the house, looking for any food that would feed my craving. Suddenly, I felt pain in my stomach.

"Ow, Jesus, Olivia, don't kick so hard." I mumbled, rubbing my pregnant bump.

"Luke?" I called out. Nothing.

"Luke!" I yelled.

"In here, baby!" I sighed as I walked along to the nursery.

"Babe, I'm really craving onions-what are you doing?" I asked as I saw him painting on the walls.

"I read somewhere that if a baby is surrounded by creativity when they're young, they'll grow up to be creative. So, I'm painting different things on the walls." He spoke, gesturing to the rainbows and heart littered on the walls.

"Aww, that's so cute." I smiled as he wrapped one arm around my waist and getting rubbed my bump with his other hand.

"You know, she's not guaranteed to be a girl." I spoke, looking up at him.

"It's more than ninety percent reliable, I have faith." He chuckled. I just stared at him intently.

"What?" he asked.