Fucking Hiccups CAKE MPREG

S U P P O R T I V E U N C L E S ~13 WEEKS~

"I'm fat..." Calum whispered in horror.

There he was standing in front of his bedroom mirror, stressing the fuck out. He couldn't button up his jeans anymore. Six pairs of fucking jeans and none of them would button. Not a single one. Luke had to have shrunken them in the dryer, right?

Today was a special day as it marks the last week before his second-trimester starts and clearly, it was showing. He wanted to believe so bad that Luke had shrunken them, but he knew that wasn't the case. What makes today even worse was the fact that Luke decided to invite all of their friends over. Who even does that to their pregnant significant other who doesn't want to be bothered by people? What was he even supposed to wear, nothing fits?

And all Calum wanted to do was wear the jeans that he fucking paid for, but of course, they don't fit. Why would they fit on a day he's supposed to look good? He never expected to grow out of his jeans this soon. He didn't even notice how round his stomach was becoming until today. All he's been wearing recently is sweats and hoodies. At this rate, he's going to be a walking blimp by nine months. This is all Luke's fault. Maybe if Luke wasn't so tall he would have a tinier baby and a tinier belly to match. Now, what was he supposed to do? He needed to find something to wear quickly before his friends show up.

Cal decided to look up jean button tricks on his phone. A lot of them involved sewing and cutting which he didn't know how to do nor did he have a sewing machine to pull them off. However, there was one promising option. It required using a hair tie and looping it around the buttonhole. Since the button was useless at this point. It seemed to be the only way he could fit into his jeans and have a little extra room to fucking breathe. God this was embarrassing. Who the hell needs bigger jeans at 13 weeks. Everyone is going to notice how pudgy he is and if somebody lifts his shirt up he'll quit the band and never step foot into society again. Not only that, he now has to ask Luke for a hair tie. His hair was starting to grow out, but it's nowhere near the point of needing a hair tie. He knows he can wear sweats, I mean it's his fucking house. However, he wanted to look at least a little bit presentable and not be the pregnant stereotype of elastic waistbands.

Calum couldn't seem to give up though. He tried to suck in one more time, but there was no use. He needed one of Luke's hair ties.

"Luke... Bear!" Calum yelled out. Soon enough he heard fast-paced footsteps on the stairs and one loud bang followed by an "ow." Of course, the blonde tripped. Those long legs are so useless on the clumsy boy.

"What happened babe, are you okay? Do you feel alright? Do you want anything? I'll get it for you right now, just tell me what it is." Luke was a bit on edge this morning. He wanted no pregnancy hormone meltdowns today. This day had to go perfectly. Calum didn't know it yet, but Luke wanted to tell their parents about the pregnancy once they got pictures of the party. It'd be a cute and simple way of telling their parents without the anxiety of making a phone call.

"Yes, the baby and I are okay so can you quit asking questions because I need to ask you one."

"Someone has an attitude... well mister Hood ask away the floor is yours."

"I do not have an attitude, but that's off-topic. I wanted to ask if I could borrow one of your hair ties, pretty please." Calum pouted.

"Stop doing that I would've given you one with or without your begging face. But why do you want it, babe? Your hair isn't long enough to tie yet."

"You don't need to know why Hemmings. Just give it to me already. I don't have all day to change you know."

"If you won't tell me why you need it, then no hair tie for you." Luke stuck out his tongue mocking Calum.