Luke's pov

When paisley told me that she was pregnant, I couldn't think of anything but the tour. I couldn't leave my pregnant fiancée at home while I travelled the world for a year. I'd miss all of the pregnant months, watching her belly grow etc. And I'd miss the birth of my baby. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I missed my own child's birth. What kind of father would I be?

So I grabbed my jacket and keys and rushed out, not being able to process anything. I didn't know what I was saying, what anyone else was saying, I could only focus on getting out of that atmosphere. That's it.

When I got outside, I hopped in the car and drove off, ignoring Michael who had just ran out of the door in nothing but his underpants while waving his hands for me to stop.

On the way to my destination I drove in silence. The only sounds that could be heard was my ragged breathing pattern and the hum of the car. I just couldn't believe it. Paisley was carrying a baby in her stomach. My baby. I am going to be a father.

It was amazing, I was thrilled for the future. But also scared. I was going to have a hard enough time leaving Paisley tomorrow, but now that I know she's pregnant I don't know if I'll be able to leave at all. So I made a quick decision and I'm not going to leave for the tour until my plan moves through.

After about half an hour of driving, I finally get to my destination. As soon as I'm out of the car, I sprint up to the front door and up the stair case, luckily without being spotted by any fans or paparazzi.

It takes a while, but eventually I get to the office in which my manager works. I push open the door slowly, smiling nervously when his head shoots up and he laughs. "Luke!" He beams, getting up from his spiny chair and walking over to me.

"Hey." I say back to him, embracing him in a quick bro hug and then sitting down in the seat across from him.

"So what did you need?" He asks abruptly, knowing that I didn't come in here for a quick chat about life.

"Well... what I need... is for my pregnant fiancée to come on tour with me." I say, crossing my hands on my lap and staring right into his eyes.

Paisleys pov

I laid there sobbing in Jocelyn's shoulder, I didn't know what to do, didn't know what to think. I thought that if he was angry, he would have at leased told me. But there was nothing, no emotion. So here I am, crying into a very pregnant woman's belly while she tries to calm me.

I hear footsteps, followed by Michael bursting into the room in only his underwear. He notices my state and Jocelyn immediately tells him to go find Luke. He takes off running, leaving the two of us alone again.

"It's okay Paisley, you're going to be fine." Jocelyn comforts, running her fingers through my messy hair in a soothing manner. I know she's trying her best, but it's not helping me very much.

"I don't think... He wants the baby... though. Jocelyn," I cry.

"You don't know that, maybe he just needs time to think." She suggests, I nod my head. She could be right.

I hear more footsteps coming towards the room and I instantly know it is Ana and Calum, I just hope her telling was more successful than my own.

They enter my room, smiles on their faces until they see me. I seem to be sucking the happiness out of everyone today. God I'm so awful.

"Go get Ashton." Ana says to calum, pecking his cheek lightly and walking over to me. I feel like such a baby, sitting here balling my eyes out into someone's shoulder. All because of him.

He leaves in a day, this is not how I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a good time. For us to be happy. But I had to go ruin it by telling him and he had to go ruin it by walking away from it. If that's even what he's doing, that part I don't know. He could be in Narnia for all I know and care.

Calum comes running back in, Ashton hot on his trail, they both look extremely distressed.

"I'm going to fuck that kid up I swear to hell." Calum murmurs, coming to sit on my bed with Ashton. I crack a small smile at that. They are all so protective. It's nice to know we all have each other's backs, no matter what.

Luke's pov (again)

"The fans are going to find out either way... Their bellies are going to start showing soon, and they are going to notice if any of us go out shopping for baby stuff." I say, trying to make my point as valid as possible to try and get him to give in. So far it looks like it's not working, that only pushes me to convince harder.

"It's better for them to come with us, in more ways than just one. It's better for my mental health, for Paisleys health, for my baby's health. It's just better, plain and simple." I say, my hands waving around as I speak. I have a habit of doing that around subjects I'm passionate or serious about. He still doesn't look impressed by my facts yet.

"Please? I'll do anything." I say, getting off the chair and crouching on my knees while my hands fold and go up in a pleading motion. That causes his frown to fade a little and a spark to ignite in his eyes.

"Alright Hemmings. You have me convinced." He finally says, causing me to shoot upwards and cheer. I run over to him and embrace him in a hug, obviously frightening him in the process.

The second our exchange is over, I run down the stairs, only falling when I got to the last one, thank god. I hop into the car skillfully, my nerves going extremely crazy and my heart pumping faster than I thought possible.

I sped to the house, extremely surprised I managed to do so without getting in an accident or getting a ticket. Wouldn't that be perfect?

When I got inside the house, I noticed it was much much quieter than usual. I would usually be able to hear at leased one person yelling, most likely Michael. But there wasn't a sound. I walked around slowly, making sure to be cautious that I didn't knock anything over, also listening for any indication of where the others would be.

That's when I heard it, a single voice. Calum's voice. "I can't believe this." He speaks in a low tone. I smile, knowing I've found them. Well at least him. But I doubt he'd be in my room, talking to himself. That's a little odd, even for him.

I walk towards the door and push it open, not giving myself time to think. Six pairs of eyes meet my own and I instantly feel nervous as I see the mood that is shared between them. They all look disappointed, I don't know why until I realize the state I left paisley in.

"Can I talk to paisley alone, please?" I ask, scratching my neck awkwardly and nodding towards her. They all give her a look of sorrow and nod slowly, followed by walking out of the room. Jocelyn gives me a death glare on the way out, which kind of scares me.

"I'm really sorry, baby." I start out. She laughs humourlessly and rolls her eyes. "I'm sure you are." She says sarcastically, wiping her makeup away that has run down her face. Oh god I did this to her.

"No I am. I really am paisley. But you gotta listen. I have some really good news." I blurt, walking towards her quickly and smiling. She doesn't return it, she still looks glum, and I instantly feel worse.

"Yeah I had good news too, you didn't see it that way though, so is that how it's going to be for me?" She questions dryly. She hasn't met my eye once this conversation.

"No paisley this is really good news-"

"Well fucking tell me then, get it over with so I can go to bed." She snaps, I gulp. I really fücked up this time. I have got to stop doing shit like this.

"Alright... Well You get to come on tour with us. You, me, the boys, the girls, we can all go." I say, somehow all in one breath. She gasps, and a smile breaks into her face. "Really?"

"Really. Paisley, you get to come with me to see the world, me you and.. our baby." I say, getting choked up at the thought of us having a family. It's so exciting.

"I thought we weren't allowed." She whispers, looking very confused might I add.  

"I went and talked to management. That's why I left, which I am sorry for doing by the way, I just had to do it as fast as possible." I say guiltily, sitting down beside her and pulling her onto my lap. She hugs me tightly and laughs.

"I can't believe you. I thought you left because you were angry at me you asshole." She cries into my shoulder, not literally. I run my fingers through her hair and smile.

"No, I am the happiest man in the world right now."

(A/N)

Yay happy ending for this chapter!

I apologize for not updating yesterday. I meant to, but right as I had finished editing and was going to post it, my wifi shut off for some weird ass reason.

That's why I also wasn't responding to any of my messages that came through this morning. Sorry peoples. :-(

-Caitllin