Michael Clifford Imagines

I Want Another

Your POV

"This is nice." You sigh happily, closing your eyes to listen to the absolute silence that's swallowing your home right now. "We should do this more often."

The water surrounding you is still incredibly warm after god knows how long, sticking your back to Michael's chest with the droplets of sweat the steam creates. The pale skin of his thighs are a vibrant pink from the heat but he doesn't seems to care as he drops lazy kisses across your shoulders, his platinum blonde hair tickling your ear as he presses close.

"Agreed." he murmurs, his voice slow with his relaxation. Since dropping Ruby and Aaron off at Ashton's this morning, the two of you had done nothing but eat, fuck and watch all three Santa Clause movies. "But aren't you missing the kids?"

Maybe it's wrong of you, but you couldn't really say you were. This was your first day away from them in months and you can't pretend you'd rather be fighting to calm the pair down or cleaning up after your three year old son grabs the crayons and decides to decorate the hallway again. You much prefer spending the day like the two of you used too; wrapped up in each other with no added worries.

"Not really." You admit sheepishly, lifting your shoulders in a shrug. "I need this." He sighs softly, the same kind of sigh he gives when you don't have the energy for sex or when you've got fish pie for dinner. It's disappointment wrapped up in a slight whoosh of air, one that he still doesn't realise you can decipher after nine years and two children. "I'm guessing you do."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, enough time for the last of the bubbles to pop. You run your fingers up and down his thighs, not pushing him to answer even though you can't help but wonder what's taking him so long.

"I just miss them most of the time I guess."

He'd been on tour when Ruby was born, making it home for just two days before he was gone again for four months. Then award shows and interviews, LA recording and gigs meant he was spending about eight months of the year away. Aaron came along just a year and a half later while Michael was on Christmas break which was lovely, but two months later the boys went on a worldwide tour that kept them away for the rest of the year. You had always known that Michael's career would keep him away but you don't think he ever thought he'd miss out on the things he has.

"You've been busy, babe." you say softly, tilting your head to the side to look up at him.

He sighs again, the tattooed arms around your waist squeezing you a little harder, "I know...I just wish it had been a bit different." he says, "B-but we haven't got any tours planned now, gonna be working on the next album for probably the next two years."

You nod your head quickly, smiling at the thought have having Michael home for the majority of the next couple of years. They'll be popping off to LA now and then but you'd probably just go with him now the kids are old enough to fly with minimum problems.

"I know, I can't wait to have you around all the time. The kids are going to love it and you'll make up for every moment you've missed." You turn your head to kiss his bicep, "Soon enough you'll be feeling just like me, glad for a moments peace."

He nuzzles his face into your neck, humming lightly, though you can sense that he's stopping himself from saying whatever it is that's on the tip of his tongue. You wait a little longer to see if he'll come out with it but when he doesn't, you decide to urge him on a bit.

"What is it?" you ask, reaching an arm up to cup the back of his head, scratching lightly at his scalp. "You're being uncharacteristically quiet."

"Stop using long words." he mumbles into your neck before pulling back a little, "Well...y'know, I'm gonna be around."

"I know."

He huffs, digging his chin into your shoulder. "And if I'm around, we could, like, do it again."

You frown, confused as to what he's getting at, "Do what again?" you ask, playing with the platinum ring on his left hand.

"A baby." He says quickly, almost like ripping a plaster off to dull the discomfort, "I want another baby."

You freeze in surprise, your muscles tensing as you take in his words. It was the last thing you'd expected him to say in all honesty, neither of your two kids were what you considered planned, and another was possibly the last thing on your mind right now. You hadn't even thought it was something that Michael would want.

"Another baby." you repeat, "Michael I'm not sure if we're ready for that."

"Why not? We've got the time and the money" he answers, "Just think about it. I get to be here throughout the entire pregnancy, get to be at the birth, can help you through the first year before we even have to think about me going away again." he says, trying to convince you, "I'll buy us an LA house and I'll make sure they book in extra time off during the tours from now on. I just want us to do it properly this time, I love our babies, I just want to do it again with you."

Sighing, you try not to focus on the fact that there were probably a lot of holes in his plan, choosing to mention the most obvious one, "What if we don't get pregnant right away, it still takes a while to grow another human."

"We can cross that bridge when we get to it." he shrugs, "But we could start trying, see what happens. It barely took five minutes to get you pregnant the other times."

"Yeah, cause you've got freakishly super sperm." you grumble, taking a deep breath as you think about adding another little human to the 5sos family. Ashton and Emma were talking about having a brother or sister for Ollie, being pregnant at the same time would be pretty nice.

"That's because we're meant to have the biggest brood." he chuckles, "Will you think about it at least?" he adds, his voice soft and gently persuading.

You nod immediately, happy for that, because you did need a bit of time to figure out whether it was something you wanted too, rather than something you were willing to do just for Mike.

"I will." you say firmly, "I'll think about it."