ASHTON
You watch as Ashton smiles at Luke's 6-month-old son in his arms, and wish that was your baby in his place. "Hey, Y/N!" Luke's wife hugged you. "He looks so fatherly already, huh?" she smirked, knowing what was running through your mind.
"I don't know why we're waiting. I want a baby so bad and he's great with kids," you say.
"Talk to him. I'm sure he'll agree," she smiled. Later, when you get home, you make Ash some Vegemite toast and take it into the living room, where your husband was sitting on the couch.
"Here, Babe," you place a lingering kiss on his cheek as you hand him the plate.
"What do you want, Y/N, my love?" he smirks, knowing you want something from him.
"Do you ever want a-" you hesitate but he finishes your sentence.
"A romantic bath with my beautiful wife to get us into the baby making mood?" he bites his lips and nods. "I've always wanted kids and I want them even more with you."
"So about that bath," you kiss him and pull him up the stairs.
CALUM
"Babe!" you call for your husband.
"Ye-Oh. You found the nursery," he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. "I meant to ask you but-" you shut him up by crashing your lips onto his. He kisses back and moans into your mouth as you grip his hair. You pull back for air. "Shit, Y/N!" he gasped as a certain mini Cal pokes out from his sweats.
"Let's go take care of that and maybe make a new resident for the nursery, eh?" you bite your lip, leading him to your bedroom.
LUKE
You were at Liz's house to celebrate the end of the U.S. leg of the tour and Luke was in the kitchen talking to her and you eavesdrop a little. "So, Luke, when can I expect a grandchild?" Liz asks.
"I don't know, Mum. Y/N and I haven't been married long and I don't think we should rush into this," you hear him sigh.
"Is that what she says?"
"I don't know. What if we do have a baby? What if it hates me? What if I'm not a good dad? What if Y/N hates me for not knowing what to do?" he sighs again.
"Luke, when I was helping Y/N get ready for the wedding, she looked so miserable because she didn't wake up beside you, because you weren't there to kiss her and hold her. I doubt she would or could ever hate you. And you never know about the baby. You kicked me every second of the day and here you are, 22 years later, a mumma's boy," she giggled.
"I still don't know. I'll ask her when we get home though. I love you, Mum," you pretend to have been drinking your champagne as he walks around the corner.
"Hey, Babe!" you smile.
"You heard all that, didn't you?" he pecks your lips, pulling you close.
"How'd you know?" you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"You're glowing, like that shit my mom fed me about pregnant women," he kisses your hair and sniffs the strawberry scent of your hair. "So do you want-" you cut him off.
"Yes but let's enjoy tonight cuz we might not have time to party soon," you say, patting his crotch before cheekily skipping away.
MICHAEL
"Hey, Baby," you recognize the deep beautiful voice of your husband. He begins kissing your neck seductively and turns you around to face him. His lips are on yours before you can think and you smile as he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. You give him access and soon the kiss got more heated than you intended. He grips your bum and growls "jump." You obey and he carries you into your bedroom and lays you down gently, tearing of your clothes. He lined his throbbing erection up with your entrance and glanced at you.
"You want a baby this bad," you moan as you become sexually frustrated as his tip inserted slightly, teasing you.
"Mmhmm," he smirks.
"Fine but you're doing the midnight runs. Now fuck me, Mikey!" you moan louder, digging your nails into his shoulders as he slammed into you.
