Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

👶Callum Ilott - Bundle Of Joy

Thank you Mi1234ll for the request x hope you enjoy!

Your hand shakily picked up the pregnancy test. Callum rubbed your arms as he too looked at the test. "Positive" You were both gobsmacked. When did this happen? How long ago? You slid down onto the floor and curled up in a ball. Callum tried his very best to do whatever he could to comfort you but was admittedly finding it difficult. "Darling? It'll be fine." He whispered pulling you closer. "How am I pregnant?" He shrugs his shoulders. "Well pregnancy occurs when a male and a female-" You playfully slap his arm. "Oh shut up. I'm being serious. When did this happen? We use protection. How did this happen?" He didn't know what to tell you. "Maybe it broke or something. I don't know. It can happen sometimes." You weren't crying but you were very close to crying. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I don't know how to feel Callum. I've never had this happen before." You rub your temples still not knowing what the fuck to do. "Well I think we should tell our parents. They might be able to help or something." You roll your eyes. You didn't want to call them. You currently weren't on the best of terms at the moment after a fight because apparently Callum wasn't suitable and this news would probably make this entire situation even worse. "Look, I'll be beside you every step of the way. Don't you forget that. Okay?" You nodded. "Alright darling, let's tell your parents first."

"Babe! Can I get some watermelon up!" 4am. Of all times, this is when the cravings kicked in. It couldn't be when you were grnuinely hungry oh no, it had to be when you were asleep. Callum came back back up the stairs with a cup of ice, a plate of watermelon and a glass of flat seven up. "Here you go darling." He placed the tray on the bed side table and lay back down beside you. You began eating the watermelon and found that you just didn't want the watermelon anymore. "Fuck I hate these cravings!" You yelled. Callum looked at you confused before you broke down inot tears. "What's wrong?" he asked concerned. "You're gonna hate me!" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Now that's just ridiculous." You wailed louder. "See? You called me ridiculous!" He bit his tongue to stop himself from talking. "No, no. You aren't ridiculous. What's the problem? I'll fix it don't worry." He whispered. "I don't want the watermelon anymore. Or the seven up or the ice. You just wasted your time for something I didn't even want." He played with your hair to calm you down. "Now, now. I'll just put them in the fridge for later when you do want them okay?" He rubbed your amr lightly as a form of comfort and placed a kiss onto your hair. "Okay. I love you." "I love you too and I love the little baby in you too."

"Okay Callum basically, when you start the car, a coloured powder will shoot out revealing if it's a boy or a girl okay?" Callum had this big idea of what the gender reveal would be. He was going to put the powder in the exhaust pipe and then to donuts or other tricks to spread the powder everywhere. "Just don't set the car on fire Callum." You chuckle. "How dare you question my ability to drive a car sweetheart. Are you sure you don't want to get in?" You shake your head. "Nope. I will probably get sick all over the seats so I'll stay clear thank you very much." He nodded and waited for everyone to take their places and then waited for the signal. "Okay, go." He spun around and performed a few donuts as a blue powder spin around following it. Boy, you were having a boy. "Wooooh!" He screamed t he ough the radio. "We're having a boy! A boy sweetheart!" You giggled at his excitement. "Yes, yes we are Callum!" You swore he was crying by how he sounded. "I love you!" he sang. "I love you back!"

"Okay Y/n, just one more push should do the trick." You were out of breath. This was absolutely harrowing. You are sure you were probably going to break Callum's other hand with how hard you were squeezing it. Yes you broke his hand but he shrugged it off and said it was off season so it didn't matter. The doctor was fixing up his hand, a minor sprain but it still hurt but all the while, he was still beside you and he still let you hold his hand. "Do you hear that sweetheart? One more push and we have our baby!" The thought of you holding a baby clouded your mind and made you emotional. "No! Don't say that I need to focus." You held onto Callum's other hand but managed to not injure that one while you were at it. Instead, you put all of your strength into squeezing the hand railing on the side of the bed. "Okay push for 10, 9, 8-" What would this little baby look like? "6, 5, 4-" Is he going to look like his dad? "3, 2, 1" You stopped pushing and took deep breaths but did the ar a baby crying. Your eyes shot open thinking bad news was to come. The doctors crowded around the baby leaving you there to panic. "Callum, our baby. What are they doing with our baby?" He rushed over so he was basically right next to you. He didn't know how to react, he never had to do this before. "I-I-erm. What? I don't know what to- Sweetheart I don't want to lose our baby." his voice cracked. You looked back over to him in tears. "I have everything planned. Everything I want to do with him. I have to be able to do it with him." You wiped your eyes. "He'll make it Callum, I promise he will." and cue the baby cries.

Callum jumped up and rested his hands on his head as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr Illot? Would you like to cut the umbilical chord?" The doctor asked. Callum looked between you and the doctor and nodded. "Yes please." The doctor told him how to do it but he was so hesitant. He didn't want to hurt the poor thing. "What if I do it wrong?" He asked. "Every dad is the same. You'll do just fine as long as you cut around here." Snip. Little cries erupted again. "Oh I'm sorry buddy. Daddy didn't mean to hurt you." Callum said trying to reason with the child. The midwives cleaned the baby up and put him in a blanket before handing him to you and Callum.

Callum walked over to you proudly with the baby in his arms. "Hello buddy. Who are you?" You chuckle at the cuteness unfold. "What's daddy going to call you sweety?" You cooed at the little baby. "I like the name Joshua. Joshua Illot." He smiled widely. "How long have you thought about it?" You asked him. He didn't tear his haze of the delicate little creature in his arms. "It just came to mind when I saw him." Well here he was. Your little bundle of joy. Your little Joshua Illot.