5sos imagines

He doesn't want your baby

Calum

I sat down on the lounger in the doctor's office as Calum sat in the chair next to me.

"Morning, Mr and Mrs Hood. How is mummy doing?" the doctor asked as she shut the door.

"I'm okay, the baby has started to kick though." I smiled.

"Well, that's always a good sign. Has daddy been talking to baby Hood?" the doctor asked.

"Um, no." Calum mumbled. I looked at him.

"Well, it's always a good idea for the baby to know its parents' voices, so you should do that." She nodded before standing up and leaving the room again. I looked at Calum.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" he mumbled.

"Well, you just...you seem so distant right now. You haven't talked to the baby since we found out that there is one, you don't do any of the things that a normal husband does for his pregnant wife, you're just...what's wrong?" I asked. He sighed and looked at me.

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

"Sorry about what?" I scoffed.

"I don't want this baby." He admitted, looking at me. My eyes widened.

"What?" I choked. He sighed and looked down again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really thought that I wanted this child, but..." he shook his head. I choked as I pulled my top back down over my stomach.

"I am five months pregnant with your baby, and you tell me now. Do you not want this baby because it's with me?" I choked.

"No, I love you, baby girl. It's just that we're both so young, we've only been married for a year. I just...I'm not ready to become a dad." He gulped. I scoffed and shook my head.

"Calum, you're the one who didn't wear a condom so that I would get pregnant. You're the one who convinced me to stop my birth control so that I would get pregnant. Why would you do that if you knew that you'd decide, five months down the line, that you didn't want our child?" I cried. He sighed, tears falling from his eyes too.

"I'm sorry." He choked.

Luke

"I'm pregnant." I smiled. Luke's eyes widened.

"You're what?" he gulped.

"I'm pregnant." I repeated. He gulped again.

"Oh my god..." he muttered, putting his hands on his head. My smile faltered.

"Why are you acting like this?" I asked, making him scoff.

"Y/N, we're so young, we're barely twenty-five, we're not married, we're not engaged and we're not ready for a baby." He stated.

"How can you say that? This is our baby, Luke, surely us loving each other should be enough." I scoffed.

"Well, love isn't going to raise and feed our baby, is it?" he spat. I winced at his harsh tone.

"Luke, we can do this." I tried to convince him. He shook his head.

"Y/N, I love you, you know that, but...we're simply not ready for a baby." He sighed. Tears pricked my eyes.

"Well, I am. If you're not, then that's not my issue." I scoffed as I grabbed my coat.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You don't want to help me raise our child, fine. But I'm sure as hell not letting you stop me, just because you don't think you're ready to become a dad." I mumbled. He sighed.

"By the way, your mum knows. She's thrilled that she's going to have another grandchild, and the boys and your brothers are happy that they're going to be uncles again. Everyone in our lives is happy about our baby, everyone apart from you. You're the only one not happy about your own baby." I spat.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He sighed. I shrugged and bit back tears before shrugging on my jacket and leaving the apartment.

Michael

I lay in bed, scrolling through my phone.

"Babe." I looked up and smiled as I saw Michael standing at the doorway.

"Hey." I spoke as I sat up.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked as he walked into the room.

"Sure." I nodded.

"Is this accurate?" he asked, holding up my positive pregnancy test. I smiled and nodded as I stood up.

"Surprise." I laughed. His eyes widened.

"I was going to tell you at dinner, but-."

"I was hoping that you'd say it was wrong." He admitted. My smile faltered immediately.

"What?" I choked.

"I was hoping that you weren't actually pregnant." He gulped.

"Why?" I scoffed.

"Y/N, in what world are we ready for a baby?" he spat.

"Well, clearly in this one, considering that you didn't wear a condom." I snapped.

"Because I thought you were on birth control." He hissed. I scoffed at him.

"Michael, we've been together for four years, we're engaged for fucks sake. We're more than ready for a baby." I spat.

"You might be, but I'm not. I'm not ready to become a dad." He shook his head.

"Well, you're going to have to be in six months, because we're keeping this baby." I spoke. He sighed.

"Whatever." He scoffed before leaving the room.

Ashton

I opened my eyes as I felt Ashton stand from the bed and walk out of the room. I hissed slightly as I felt the baby kick.

"Shh, baby, shh, daddy will talk to you soon." I whispered, holding my pregnant stomach as I sat up. I stood from the bed and walked into the living room.

"Babe?" I called out.

"I'm in here." He spoke from the sofa. I looked over and sighed as he was holding a tumbler of whiskey in his hand.

"Ash, it's four in the morning, why are you drinking?" I scoffed as I sat down next to him. He shrugged and looked at the glass.

"I realised something last night, babe." He mumbled.

"Which is?" I asked. He looked at me.

"I'm sorry, love, but I'm not ready for this baby." He admitted. I sighed.

"That's okay, Ash, we have another three months to get ready-."

"No, Y/N. I don't want this baby." He sighed. My eyes widened.

"What?" I scoffed. He looked down.

"I'm sorry. I love you, you know that, but I don't want this baby right now. I'm not ready." He shrugged.

"Ash, there is never going to be another baby like this one. This is ours, and even our future kids won't be like this one." I choked. He nodded and sighed.

"Come here." I mumbled, taking his hand and putting it against my bump. He sighed.

"You feel that?" I asked, making him nod.

"That's our baby, Ash. That's the first baby Irwin. That's the first baby of the next generation of 5sos. That's our baby, love." I spoke, holding my hand over his. He nodded and smiled slightly at me.

"I'm sorry, babe. I love you." He mumbled.

"I love you too." I nodded. He returned it before kissing me.