Luke Hemming Pregnancy Series

Living at Ashton's (Lukes POV)

       Ashton and his wife let me stay in the guest room. I was helping him out with the nursery as Isabelle was taking a nap in the master bedroom. Ashton was putting together one of the three cribs while I was folding and putting away the clothes. Ashton was mumbling underneath his breath as he finished the crib and stood it up right. I shrugged it off and continued to put the clothes away.
"Luke?" Ashton's voice cracked.
"Yeah?" I turned around to see Ashton crying.
"Do you think Isabelle and I will ever have children together?"
"Of course. Why is that?" I sat down beside him.
"We've had so much really bad scares over these last few months. I don't want her to go through another loss. It would crush her." He bit his lip and sniffled.
"You're gonna be a dad Ashton. Heck, you're a dad right now to three angel babies. Fletcher, Alex and Maylie are gonna make it." I said reassuring him.
"Thanks Luke." Ash sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes.
       "No problem brother. Your wife did amazing on these cribs."
      "Yeah. She's quite the artist isn't she." He laughed and grabbed the next crib. "If it's not too big of a project, could you put together the changing table and set it over there?"
     "Ok." I shrugged.
        A little while later Ashton's wife walked into the nursery.
       "How's it coming along babe?" She asked, Ashton kissing her on the cheek.
      "It's going good. Luke almost has the changing table set up and I just have to put together the last crib."
       She nodded and sat down on the chair. Both Ashton and I worked our butts off to get the last two things done before lunch. Half way through the process, I ended up looking at Ashton. Ashton had stopped working and was paying attention to his wife. She hand her hands around her bump as she watched the triplets move around and kick. All of a sudden, she winced in pain and Ashton was right by her side holding her hands. He helped her breath through the pain. Once it ended he put his hands on each side of her bump and rubbed his thumbs over it. When another form of pain crept up, Ashton was again right with her and making sure that she was ok. Then my phone started to ring. I looked down at the caller ID to see that it was my mom. I left the nursery and headed into the living room before picking up.
      "Hey mom. How are you doing?"
       "Luke Robert Hemmings."
        Oh crap I'm in trouble.
        "Can you please explain to me as to why I just got a call from Y/N who was hysterically crying about how she thinks you hate her. What happened Luke? You told me you were gonna stay by her side when you announced that she was pregnant."
         "Mom she broke up with me and we haven't talked in a couple days. I'm staying at Ashton's place and I wasn't even dire she wanted to talk to me. I was never home because of the writing sessions and."
       "Luke I don't care if you don't have to go into the studio or if you only spend an hour at home before going back in. You spend time with her. Luke she's pregnant with your children. She just told me over the phone that she's pregnant with twins and is in a ton of pain cause you're not there with her. She loves you Luke. Right now she's a single teen mom in her ex boyfriends house with his dog, and overthinking everything. I want you to call her and talk to her. She needs you Luke."
I exhaled. "Ok. I'll talk to her."
"Thanks darling. Now I don't want Y/N calling me again cause she's heartbroken over my son. I'll talk to you later."
"Ok bye mom."
I sat down on the couch and out my head in my hands. I pulled up Y/N's contact and scrolled through the messages and photos. My heart started to hurt as I read through the messages that her and I shared. I pressed the call button on her contact and put the phone up to my ear. After a couple rings she picked up.
"Luke?" Her voice cracked.
"Hey Y/N. my mom just called me and told me that you were crying. Listen I don't hate you. In fact I miss you and the twins so frickin much it hurts. It breaks my heart knowing that you're crying and I can't do anything about it."
"Are you sure you don't hate me? I mean I kicked you out of your own house."
"It wasn't mine, it was our house Y/N. plus you needed it more then I did."
"Well.... do you want to meet up and talk everything out? I really want to see you again."
"Yeah. I'd like that very much. What day of the week do you want me to come over?"
"Uhh. Does Thursday work?"
"Yeah it does. Does it matter what time?"
"You can come over around three. I have some music to work on."
"Alright then. See you on Thursday at three."
"Ok. See you then Luke."
"See you then."

*later that day*

Isabelle had just gone to bed. Ashton and I were still up having a couple of drinks before bed. Even though I was turning 20 on Thursday. Ashton still let me drink a little.
"So. What's the plan? I saw you go out of the nursery for a phone call."
"Liz called to tell me that Y/N had called her crying. So she told me to call Y/N and we're gonna meet up on my birthday to talk about some stuff."
"Congrats man. How are you feeling?"
"Nervous." I breathe out heavily. "I just can't wait to hold her again. I've missed her so much. She's my world and I should've gone back home to spend time with her even if it was only for an hour or so."
"Well we should probably head to bed. Isabelle is gonna be mad if I don't come to bed soon. Though I am getting of worried. Tomorrow would be her due date for just a single child."
"It's gonna be fine Ash. Just let the universe do what it needs to do."
"Thanks man. It just feels so close yet so far. I've always wanted kids since I met Isabelle. She made me feel like a kid." Ash smiled. "Let's go to bed. I'll see you in the morning. I'll teach you how to cook as well. When your kids arrive, you're gonna need to know how to cook."