So some of you wanted a sequel to this

but this might be a short one 'cause im pretty brain dead at the moment

Thanks, school

anyways, enjoy!

[p.s. all of my oneshots will be in third person from now on]

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The two lovers did unthinkable things during the few nights of the week.

And no one could explain the nosebleeds they had after those hours too. They all just shrugged it off with a red face.

And now, a few weeks later, [Y/N] was holding a pregnancy test, a plus sign on it.

He was pregnant.

He, a male, is pregnant.

But, now that he thought about it, they didn't use condoms during those nights, so it probably made a lot of sense.

The question is: how is he gonna tell Luke?

The anxiety started to get to him. What if he doesn't accept this? What if he didn't want the child?

What if he leaves him, too?

The [e/c]-eyed male started tearing up, curling up in a fetus position on the white, tiled bathroom floor.

Then, he heard a faint, familiar voice.

"Ash, where's [Y/N]?"

"Umm, he's in the bathroom. I don't know why though."

"Thanks, bro."

The [h/c]-haired male heard knocking on the bathroom door.

"Babe, you in there?"

[Y/N] wiped away his tears. "Y-yeah, I am." He stuttered out.

"I'm gonna come in now, okay?"

Luke opened the door, and saw his other on the floor in a fetus position, body wracking with sobs and a positive pregnancy test beside him. His eyes widened at the sight.

He wasted no time carrying his lover to their bedroom and sat him down onto the bed.

"Babe..." Luke whispered, his [h/c] other still sobbing. "Shhh...It's okay, I'm here."

"L-Luke, this isn't okay!" [Y/N] whisper-shouted, wiping his face with a sleeved hand, the other clutching his stomach, where a small form of life was being formed, slowly. "W-What are y-you gonna tell your fans? Won't they...Won't th-they hate me?"

Luke pursed his lips as the other rambled on about his worries. Then he kissed him, effectively shutting him up, the [h/c]-haired male kissing back.

Luke cupped his lover's cheeks. "[Y/N], we're going to go through this together, alright? Promise me you won't worry about this."

The said other nodded, wiping away his tear-stained cheeks as Luke let go of them.

"I promise."

And as his beloved other slept as it was already late at night, he had tweeted out: "yO MY BOYFRIENDS PREGNANT I FEEL SO FATHERLY RN WHOOP WHOOP".

Ashton also tweeted out: "@ LukeHemmings so im gonna be an uncle?? :o"

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Seven months later, Luke tweeted something, again : "Me and my precious lil' penguin are gonna go out for an ultrasound <3".

[Y/N] also tweeted out something, in embarrassment: "@ LukeHemmings luke oh my god dont"

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Two more months later, Luke tweeted out something, pacing outside the labor room : "My precious penguin is in labor and I cant help but worry for him help".

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[Y/N] held his son, [Son's Name], in his arms, cradling gently him so as to not wake him up. He had his father's hair, and his "mother"'s [e/c] eyes.

Luke cooed at the little bundle of joy in him lover's arm.

"You two are my precious little penguins!"

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this was so rushed and I am so sorry

but it will make up for it tho