he's still mike to me dammit

“What about Haley?” you asked, eyes shifting from the television that was playing an episode of One Tree Hill back towards the heavy baby book of names that rested on your eight and a half month pregnancy bump. 

“I’m not naming my child after a fucking television character,” Michael said, turning his attention away from the laptop perched on his lap to face you. His hand dropped to your belly, gently rubbing his hand in a circle. Almost instantly, his hand was met with a kick, your unborn baby girl clearly annoyed with her father like her mother. 

"Oh but we can name her after Queen fucking Amidala, a movie character. Yeah, that makes sense,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Padmé is a badass." 

"Excuse me, so is Haley ,” you defended. 

“No,” he deadpanned, his hand continuing rubbing across your belly. Your daughter’s foot meeting Michael’s hand no matter how gently he moved it. 

"Dammit Mike. I’m due any day now and we still don’t have a name. What the hell are we supposed to do when the nurse asks us what to name our daughter? Oh, we forgot to pick,” you said, sarcasm dripping from every word. 

“I just want her to have the best name ever,” he whispered, before his fingers are moving the fabric of your pajamas shirt away from your stomach. You groaned at his actions, shutting your eyes as to not see the state of your body. Michael kissed the spot just above your navel. “Right bean, you don’t want a boring name like Michael do you?” 

“For the last time your name is not boring,” you said, pulling the fabric of your shirt back over your bump. “And she will love her name no matter what we name her.” 

Michael couldn’t help but smile at you. His hand stayed protectively at your stomach while his lips found yours. A wordless exchange that made you remember why you put up with him for all these years and years to come. 

You tried to soak up the quiet moment, knowing these moments would be few and far between in a few short weeks. But the moment was ruined when you felt an unfamiliar wetness pooling in between your legs. 

“I think my water just broke,” you said, calmer than words called for. 

“You’re kidding,” Michael asked, eyes growing wide as he pulls the blanket from you seeing the wet spot on the sheet for himself. “Oh my god.” 

“I know,” you smiled, before kissing Michael once more. When you pulled apart the two of you jumped into action. Michael raced to grab your bag from the closet as you waddled your way into a new pair of sweatpants. 

Thirteen hours later, Peyton Leia Clifford was born.

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5SOS Preference #36: Stay
  • Ashton Irwin: "Just call in sick." He mumbles against your neck, kissing it before giving your waist a squeeze. "You know I can't do that, hon." You laugh gently, running your fingers through his hair. "Yes you can, you just choose not to be in bed with your man all day, I understand." Ashton pouts playfully before looking at you. You laugh again and then give him a peck on his pouty lips. "Come on, baby," he smiles, kissing your cheek. "You and I both know what could happen, right here; on this bed today." You're cheeks warm up at his words and you breathe out before kissing his nose. "I want that Ash, but-" "Please, baby, don't go in." He whispers, pushing his head back into your neck and kissing it. "Ashton, you're killing me here." You groan gently before giggling. "I want you to be with me," He whines gently, putting a leg over your legs. "Please, babygirl, stay here with me."
  • Luke Hemmings: "I don't want you to go." You whisper before he pulls you closer to him with his hand on your waist. "And I'm not leaving you." He chuckles gently, kissing your lips before you "shh" him a bit and remind him that your parents are asleep in the next room. "No, Lu," you whisper while looking up at him in the darkness of your room. "I don't want you to leave me...at all." He breathes out and kisses your forehead. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere, okay?" Luke mumbles, rubbing your waist with his thumb. "Just..." You choke out softly, closing your eyes as he rests his forehead on yours. "Hey," He coos in a whisper, rubbing your hip gently. "Talk to me." You open your watery eyes and breathe out shakily before you speak again. "Stay with me." He nods, leaning in and pecks your lips slowly and gently. "Always, pretty girl." Luke whispers back, scooting closer to you to snuggle.
  • Calum Hood: "Y/N..." He whispers softly, kissing your inner thighs with his hands grasping your hips. You shiver a bit as his lips travel down your body tenderly, nipping and licking then and there. "C'mon already Cal." You whine gently and then he chuckles. "Patience, babe." He says, his eyes casting up towards yours as his lips move their way up your center. You then moan blissfully once he kissing your underwear covered center. "God, I love you." He whispers before pulling down your panties with his fingers. Then he spreads your legs further apart before moving in and kissing all of you. You moan gently and smile a bit as he moves his tongue against you. "I could do this everyday." He whispers against you, making you squirm, whimpering his name. "Hey," he coos, squeezing your hips a bit. "Stay still, angel. For me, okay?"
  • Michael Clifford: "Shit." You whisper to yourself, closing your eyes gently to ease the throbbing pain in your head. "I'm so sorry." Your best friend mumbles next to you in bed. "Michael, we...we..." You swallowed while pulling the covers over your naked body more. "I know, I know," He mumbles, closing his eyes himself. "I didn't force you, okay? You wanted me as much as I-" "Michael, this isn't good," You whisper, shaking your head. "I don't want this to ruin us." He shakes his head. "And it won't, okay?" He reassures, taking your hand. "This is crazy, Mike. Friends don't do this." You admit, breathing out. "We were drunk, babe." He murmurs. "Still not an excuse." You snap back a bit. He sighs and rubs his face with one hand. "I love you, dammit." You close your eyes and shake your head. "I have to go." You whisper, getting out of bed. "Shit, Y/N wait." Michael rasps, grabbing your hand and making you stop. "Stay a little longer. Please?" He asks gently with hopeful eyes. You bite your lip and look at his glossy eyes. "I...I want to explain myself and plus, I make a mean breakfast." He chuckles before squeezing your hand.