Fucking Hiccups CAKE MPREG

L U K E Y P L E A S E ~10 WEEKS~

"Babe if you move one more time I'm going to puke with you in the bathroom tonight," Luke grumbled with his eyes still closed.

Lately, Calum has become restless around 12 pm. Their little nugget decided that making daddy nauseous at night was way more fun than doing it in the morning. Apparently, this is a normal occurrence during pregnancies. So again, why do they call it morning sickness?

"I'm sorry bear, but it's not nausea this time, it's my belly... it hurts," Calum said softly. It was already late and he didn't want to bother Luke with yet another pregnancy symptom. But there's no point in hiding how he feels since the blonde was already awake from his tossing and turning. All he's been doing lately is irritating the poor man. Tonight was different though. He wanted nothing more, but snuggles with his bear. His body was craving snuggles.

"WHAT! BABE, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE HURTING. SHOULD WE GO SEE KATIE? ARE YOU HURTING BAD? FUCK CALUM WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? IS THE BABY OKAY, ARE YOU OKAY?" Luke quickly turned his body so he could face Calum. His face had stress and anger written all over it. Though Luke couldn't stay mad for long. Cal's sleepy little face and bed head was enough to give him some form of relief.

"Are you done yelling?" Calum yawned. Did Luke overreact just a little? Yes. And does he feel guilty for yelling? Absolutely. However, Calum needs to tell him these things no matter what time it is. It's obvious Calum was making an effort not to bother him. Even though Cal never bothers him, even on his crankiest days.

In Luke's eyes, Calum was perfect. Way beyond perfect, no matter what he did to him because despite everything all Luke needed to see was that beautiful face of his to make all his frustrations go away. That face that fills his stomach up with butterflies. There was no one cuter in this universe, absolutely nobody.

"Yes... still you should've told me you were hurting. I could've made you feel better a long time ago. So tell me what you want right now, I mean it bubs."

"You're cute when you're demanding, but if you really want to know Hemmings... I want snuggles with my bear." Calum pouted.

"Why are you so adorable. Come here, you big idiot." Luke lifted the duvet cover allowing Cal to crawl on top of him. Calum's face always managed to get buried in his neck. The smaller man also liked laying his bump was on top of Luke's stomach. It wasn't big at all... in fact, Katie warned them, Calum's bump can only be blamed on first trimester bloating.

But it didn't matter to Luke. The slight roundness that Calum's lower belly now has, makes him weak at the knees. That tiny bump meant the world to him, knowing that their baby was safe and sound inside of Calum. As weird as that seems it was true. His own baby was carrying their baby, protecting it from the world.

"Can we snuggle forever?" Calum mumbled barely audible. His voice was velvety, a mixture of tiredness with relaxation. Signaling that Luke was doing an amazing job at snuggling.

"I don't know the logistics of that, but I'll try to snuggle you for as long as I can bubs."

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If Luke could make Calum feel like this every night he'll never stop the snuggles. He had the brown-eyed boy drooling 15 minutes in. Luke can't even remember the last time Calum slept through the night. These days he just seems to pee every hour and have bouts of nausea here and there.

    And Cal's queasiness was the worst. He'll find Calum on the edge of the toilet praying to the porcelain gods. You'd think the sleepless nights would happen towards the end of Calum's pregnancy, not the beginning yet here they are.