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First-born child

Michael:

“Michael can you hold Jai, please? I need to go take a shower,” you whisper to your husband.

Your newborn son, whose only two days old, is sleeping in your arms.

“But what if I break him?” Michael whispers back, panicked.

“You’re his dad, Mikey. You’ll do fine.” You hand him the baby boy carefully, and Michael balances him in his arms.

“See? You’re fine,” you smile at the sight of your husband holding the two of yours first born.

“I love him so much,” Michael whispers, fascinated with love and admiration for the tiny boy.

Ashton:

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” Ashton squeezes your hand as you take deep breathes.

“Ashton just shut the fuck up before I smack you,” you growl back at him.

“You’re ready to push now,” the doctor tells you, positioning himself.

An hour later, a sleeping baby girl is in your arms.

You smile down at her.

“Can I take her?” Ashton asks you softly.

You nod, and he removes the baby girl gently from your arms and into his.

“Hello, Elana Emmalyn Irwin. Welcome to our family, baby girl. I hope we have more just like you,” Ashton giggles, kissing her tiny nose.

Luke:

“Do you need anything, babe?” Luke walks into the living room where you were resting, watching TV.

This is the third time he’s done this.

And it hasn’t even been twenty minutes.

“I’m still fine,” you tell him, a little annoyance in your tone.

He obviously doesn’t notice, because he continues.

“Are you sure? Do you need any water? Or food? Or another pillow? You look a little cold, maybe a blanket?” Luke persists.

“Luke, I love you and all, but shut the fuck up. All I need is for Flynn to fly out of my vagina and into my arms,” you sigh, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around your nine month pregnant stomach.

“He’ll get out soon, babe,” Luke reassures you, kissing your cheek and rubbing your stomach.

“Yeah, like right now,” you sit up and start to stand up, with Luke’s help.

“Really? Are you serious? Oh gosh I’m getting my first born child! Let’s go, Y/N.” Luke runs out the front door to the car.

“Idiot,” you grumble.

He forgot your shoes, his shoes, and the baby bag.

Calum:

“What if he hates the name we chose him?” Calum exclaims.

The two of you sit at the kitchen table, baby name books and multiple websites pulled up on your laptops in front of you.

You’re choosing the name for your future son, who is seven months along in your stomach.

You sigh. “Calum-“”What if he doesn’t like Cain? Would he like Gage better? Wait I don’t even like the name Gage!” Calum interrupts you, panicked.

“Calum, it’s going to be fine. We’re going with Cain Tristan Hood, like we were in the first place, okay? He can always change it if he doesn’t like it that much,” you assure him.

“Okay, okay. This is just our first born child. Who we have to care for. By feeding him. And playing with him. And changing his diaper. And taking him out of the bathtub. Oh God, Y/N, what if I forget that he’s in the bath?” Calum panics again.