"Luke, just pull her out!" Michael groaned, referring to their baby girl who was 2 weeks late. He was miserable, "I can't do that Mikey." Luke chuckled and rubbed Michael's round belly. "We've tried literally everything to induce labor, the yoga ball, spicy foods, pineapple, that nasty tea, long walks, bumpy car rides, even sex. Nothing is fucking working!" Michael groaned and stretched his arms out behind his head, cracking his back in the process. "Maybe you've made such a nice place for her to live that she doesn't wanna leave." Luke smiled, "Look at you, trying to make me feel better with your bullshit." Michael grinned and put his hand on Luke's, "Can you help me up?" Michael held out his hand and Luke pulled him up off the couch. Luke scooped Michael up in his arms, "Oh! Wasn't expecting that." Michael chuckled and Luke took him upstairs, laying him down in the bed. "Can I just lay here and wait?" Michael whined and Luke chuckled, "Probably can." Luke kissed Michael's forehead and turned off the lights, letting his boyfriend sleep peacefully.
