Okay So Yeah, Of Course Calum Can Be Quite Rough, Pressing You Up Against The Wall While Leaving Marks

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okay so yeah, of course Calum can be quite rough, pressing you up against the wall while leaving marks down your neck, but he would also be the sweetest boyfriend. like he would be the kind of guy to hold your hand, kissing your knuckles with a soft smile. he would love to stay up all night,...

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can you do something cute & sweet involving Calum? thanks :)

idk when i think cute and sweet i automatically go to pregnancy/daddy!calum because he would literally be so adorable so my apologies if this isn’t what you were looking for!

“Whoa,” you look up from your magazine when you hear Calum, tilting your head back to look up at him where he’s standing behind the couch.

“What?” your brow furrows, watching his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes still cloudy with sleep as he holds his first three cups of coffee.

“You,” he slowly rounds the couch, licking his bottom lip, “I mean, your- that’s a baby.”

You chuckle, looking down at your stomach, the baby that’s been growing inside you for months finally deciding to make an appearance in the form of a bump between your hips, “uh, yeah,” you smile up at him as you smooth a hand over the bump, “where have you been?”

He shakes his head, staring at your belly in awe as he sits on the edge of the couch, setting his mug down on the coffee table, “that wasn’t there yesterday,” he says, finally looking up at you, cocking his head to the side like a puppy, “was it?”

You don’t respond as he pushes up his shirt you’re wearing, his breath leaving in a huff when he gets his first real look at your belly, “you know it’s only going to get bigger,” you murmur, suddenly self conscious- you can’t tell what he’s thinking and it’s making your insecurities rise.

He presses one large hand to your skin right where it’s curved the most and his lips part on a breath, his eyes finding yours, “that’s our baby,” he murmurs, and the awe in his voice makes your heart lurch in your chest and all your insecurities disappear, the crazy hormones coursing through you making tears spring to your eyes.

“Yeah,” you manage to gather enough oxygen for the single word, but it’s leaving your lungs a second later when his lips break into a grin before he’s leaning forward to capture your lips in a deep, slow kiss, his hand gentle against your stomach.

It doesn’t take him long to forget his coffee and instead settle on his stomach between your legs, laying his head on your thigh as he gazes at your baby bump, the rough pads of his fingertips tracing circles on your skin as he has a quiet, one sided conversation with your baby. He falls asleep like that, hand on your belly, promises of love and happiness on his lips and you just watch him, your fingers running through his hair as you ask yourself for probably the millionth time since you’ve been together how you got so lucky.

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