Calum
I walked into the garage and looked around for Calum. He had the late shift tonight, so I had decided to surprise him. I smiled as I eventually saw him. He was bent over the opened hood of a car, twiddling something and fixing the exhaust. I wrapped my arms around his waist, making him jump slightly.
"Oh, hey, baby, what are you doing here?" he smiled as he turned around and kissed me.
"Luke told me that you'd been given the late shift, so I decided to surprise you." I spoke. His smile widened.
"That's so sweet." He spoke. I sighed as I started to notice his grubby appearance. His blue jumpsuit was smeared with oil, with the zip down to reveal a white vest top that was just as grubby, with oil smears on his face to complete the look.
"Wow. You really need to learn to be cleaner." I chuckled.
"Nah, I'm working around cars all day, there wouldn't be any point." He smirked as he reached out a hand to curl around my waist, but I backed away.
"Uh, uh, car boy, you ain't touching me with those grimy hands." I chuckled.
"Oh yeah?" he smirked before rushing towards me. I squealed as his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me close, my body landing against his jumpsuit.
"This is a new top, I might just kill you." I laughed.
"Nah, you love me too much for that." He smiled.
"True." I agreed. His smile widened as he pressed our lips together again.
Luke
I walked along the school corridors, heading towards Luke's class. It was nearly the end of the day, so the kids would be getting ready to go. I got to the room and welcomed the usual sight of Luke helping the five-year-olds clean up and get their things ready as they ran about and squealed at random things. Luke spotted me and smiled before standing up and heading over to me.
"Hey, babe." He greeted, pecking my lips.
"Hey. How was your day?" I asked.
"Stressful." He chuckled.
"Yeah, well, you're the one who wanted to teach reception." I smiled as a little boy walked up to us and looked up at me.
"Mr Hemmings, who's this?" he asked in a small voice.
"This is my wife, Marcus." He smiled down at him.
"She's very pretty." He spoke.
"She is, isn't she?" Luke agreed, smiling at me.
"Well, thank you very much Marcus. You're very handsome." I chuckled, gently ruffling his hair. He smiled again before walking off.
"Well, that was adorable." I giggled as Luke put his arms around my waist.
"Yeah. These kids are great." He nodded.
"Have you ever thought about us having kids?" I asked. He looked at me.
"All the time." He admitted. I smiled at his answer.
"Good. Because I think that now may be the right time." I spoke.
"I'm all for staring a family with you." He smiled before kissing my cheek.
Michael
I closed my book as I heard the front door slam.
"Fuck!" Michael yelled. I sighed as I followed his curses into the kitchen, where he was grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"Hey." He sighed as he saw me.
"What happened?" I asked, standing at the doorway.
"I lost the fucking case." He muttered, taking a swig of the beer and leaning against the counter.
"You're kidding." I scoffed.
"Nope." He mumbled.
"But, how? The guy was quite clearly guilty, he should have gotten at least a few years." I spoke.
"Exactly, but somehow, his parents managed to convince the jury that he felt so bad for what he had done, that he wasn't eating or sleeping, and they let him walk." He sighed, putting down the beer and rubbing his hands over his face. I returned his sigh as I walked into the room and curled my arms around his waist.
"It's okay, babe, you'll get him next time." I reassured, placing a kiss on his neck.
"I sure hope so. That fucker needs to go away." He sighed. I nodded as I rested my head against his chest, allowing him to rest his chin on my head.
"I love you." He muttered.
"I love you too." I returned.
Ashton
I rushed into the hospital.
"Where's Ashton Irwin?" I gulped. The receptionist looked me up and down.
"Who are you?" she scoffed.
"I'm Mrs Irwin, Ashton Irwin's wife, now, where is my husband?" I spat.
"Room thirty-two, down the hall." She mumbled. I nodded my thanks and ran along. I breathed a sig of relief as I saw him.
"Hey, gorgeous." He smiled. I sat next to his bed and clutched his hands tightly.
"I was so worried about you. Why did you do that?" I asked.
"It's my job." He sighed, looking at me.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's just...it's bad enough being married to a firefighter, because I don't know if you're going to come home each night. And then I hear that you gave your oxygen mask to one of the people inside when there's deadly gas in the air?" I rambled. He sighed.
"It was very brave." I spoke. He smiled at me.
"Thanks, babe. And don't worry, I'm going to come home to you every night, I promise." He reassured.
"Ash, I love you, but please don't make a promise that you can't keep." I sighed.
"Why wouldn't I be able to keep it?" he asked.
"You're a firefighter, baby, it's your job to risk your life, don't promise me that you're going to come home every night when you can't be sure-."
"Hey." He cut in, holding my hands tighter.
"I love you so much. And I promise, in fact, I swear on our marriage, that I will come home to you, each and every night." He spoke gently, making me smile softly at him.
"Okay." I whispered, nodding.
"Okay." He agreed, gently pressing our lips together.
Calum
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood in front of the TV, watching the news.
"Fifty police officers were killed as a result of the riots yesterday, with over two hundred injured, and twenty missing." The news blared. I choked up even more as Calum's photo appeared under the title "missing officers". I picked up my phone again and frantically dialled his number before putting the phone to my ear.
"Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Calum Hood, sorry, I can't get to the phone, leave a message and I'll get back to you-."
"Damn you, Calum!" I cried before hanging up and throwing the phone onto the sofa. I looked at the TV again and I gulped as Calum's photo had been removed from the list and the number of dead officers had increased.
"Oh, god, no." I choked. Suddenly, I heard the front door open. I rushed out into the hallway and choked as Calum shut the door. He looked at me.
"Babe." He spoke as he rushed towards me.
"Calum, oh my god!" I cried as I ran towards him and tightly wrapped my arms around his neck. He returned the hug quickly, burying his face in my hair.
"I'm so sorry, babe." He mumbled, holding onto me tightly. I pulled back but only enough to wince at the cuts and bruises that littered his face.
"Oh, my poor baby." I choked as I gently kissed his face.
"What happened?" I whispered. He sighed.
"Well, what was meant to be a peaceful protest turned into a full-on riot, and somehow, half of the protesters had gotten their hands on guns. They shot down half of us." He mumbled. I sighed and bit my lip.
"I'm just so glad that you're okay. You weren't answering your phone, you were on the "missing officers" list and then you weren't, and the "dead officers" number had gone up, I couldn't stand not knowing." I cried. He sighed and nodded as he pulled me back into his body and ran his hands through my hair.
"I'm okay, baby girl, I'm okay." He reassured. I nodded as I looked up at him.
"Come on. Let's get that perfect face of yours healed." I whispered. He smiled and pecked my lips before leading us into the bathroom.
Luke
I opened my eyes and looked around. I looked at the time. 2:15pm. I sighed as I sat up, holding my bump.
"You really do drain my energy, you're just like your dad." I chuckled as I stood up. My eyebrows furrowed as my phone started to ring. I picked it up and smiled as it was Luke. I pressed "answer" and put the phone to my ear.
"Hey, babe." I smiled.
"Hey, beautiful. How are my girls doing?" he asked.
"She's just like you, she takes all of my energy." I chuckled, rubbing my bump.
"Aww, that's my girl." He laughed, making me return it.
"Anyway, I find out if I'm getting that promotion today, and I want you to be here for it." He spoke softly.
"I'm seven months pregnant, Luke, I need to rest." I sighed.
"Babe, that's two months to rest. Come on, they said to expect the call within an hour, hurry up." He urged.
"Fine, fine, I'll be there soon." I chuckled.
"Good girl. See you soon." He laughed before hanging up.
I walked into the office building and got into the lift. I walked along to Luke's office and opened the door to see him sitting on his office chair and biting at his nail as he listened to the phone call that was on speaker. He looked at me and his eyes brightened. He beckoned me in quickly. I shut the door and walked in. Luke took my hips and sat me down on his lap as we listened to the phone call.
"So, you applied to be the assistant CEO of the company, and you were up against Jackson Hals, yes?" the man asked.
"That's right." Luke nodded, resting his hand on the small of my back.
"Congratulations, Mr Hemmings, you got the job." Luke's eyes widened as he looked at me. I smiled at him.
"Thank you so much, Mr White, you will not regret this, thank you." Luke smiled.
"No bother. Buy that baby girl of yours a nice crib." He chuckled.
"Will do. Thank you so much." He nodded before hanging up. He looked at me.
"I'm so proud of you!" I laughed as I tightly hugged him.
"I can't believe I got it." He puffed.
"I'm so proud of you, Luke." I gushed before kissing him. He returned it, smiling against my lips. I broke the kiss and smiled at him.
"Oh, your daughter just kicked." I chuckled. He looked down and put his hand against my bump.
"I think that's a "well done, daddy"." I laughed.
"I love you." He smiled.
"I love you too. I'm so proud of you." I sighed in relief before kissing him again.
Michael
"I'm home!" I yelled as I shut the door.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Michael yelled back. I walked through and gasped at the sight of the kitchen.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" I scoffed, looking at the several ingredients and plates that were spread around the room.
"I'm experimenting with a new dish for the restaurant." He shrugged. I sighed and walked up to him, studying his flour-covered face.
"You look like you spilt flour all over yourself." I chuckled.
"Um...I sort of did..." he smiled sheepishly.
"You've been a chef for ten years, how do you still spill flour on yourself?" I laughed.
"I don't know." He chuckled. I shook my head and wiped the flour off of his lips before pecking them.
"Here, babe, try this." He spoke, holding out a spoon. I put it into my mouth and ate the food.
"Oh my god, that's amazing." I sighed in bliss.
"I'm glad you like it." He smiled.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Scallop soup with a hint of chilli." He spoke.
"You're adding that to the menu." I nodded. He smiled and returned the nod.
"You know, getting to try and approve your new dishes is the best part about being your wife." I smiled.
"What, trying my new food is better than the sex?" he chuckled.
"Definitely." I laughed.
"I think I'm going to have to prove you wrong." He smirked as he curled his arms around my waist. I smirked as I leant in so that our lips were only an inch apart.
"Finish the soup first, and then we can have sex." I whispered. He chuckled and let me go.
"You're such a fucking tease." He smirked, shaking his head as he went back to the food.
Ashton
I opened my eyes and shivered slightly. I sat up and groaned at my pounding head. I coughed loudly, my nose starting to run.
"Babe." I looked over my shoulder to see Ashton looking at me worriedly as he buttoned up his work shirt.
"What?" I mumbled before coughing loudly.
"You okay?" he asked slowly, grabbing his tie.
"I'm fine." I shrugged as I stood up, stumbling slightly.
"You sure? You look sort of ill-."
"No, don't go all doctor on me, I'm fine." I cut him off.
"Babe, I don't need my medical degree to see that you're sick. Probably with the flu." He sighed.
"I'm fine." I gulped. He sighed again before walking towards me.
"I need to go. Swing by the surgery later on if you don't feel better." He spoke. I sighed.
"Fine." I mumbled. He chuckled before pecking my lips and leaving the room.
I coughed loudly as I walked into the surgery. I walked towards the receptionist.
"Mrs Irwin, how can I help you?" she smiled.
"I'm sick, and Ash told me to swing by if it got worse. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm worse." I mumbled.
"Oh, the burdens of marriage to a doctor." She chuckled. I returned it before walking into Ashton's surgery. I walked in and shut the door.
"Hello, what's the problem-." He stopped talking as he looked at me.
"Hey, baby, how are you feeling?" he smiled.
"Shut up." I grumbled as I lay down on the lounger, making him chuckle.
"Have your symptoms improved or gotten worse?" Ashton asked as he rolled his chair over to me.
"Worse. A lot worse." I mumbled, closing my eyes.
"Aww, babe." He sighed as he lay a hand against my forehead.
"Well, you're burning up, top up." He ordered. I complied and pulled my top up and past my chest. Ashton put his stethoscope onto my skin, making me hiss slightly.
"Sorry, love." He mumbled, kissing my cheek. He listened carefully.
"Yup, you have the flu." He stated as he moved the stethoscope from my chest.
"What?" I scoffed as I sat up.
"You have the flu, babe. So, you're going to go home, get into bed, and stay there, I'll bring home chicken soup, but I'm afraid you have to stay in bed until you kick this." He sighed, making me groan.
"Jesus." I mumbled as I sat up.
"Go home, babe, get some rest. I'll be home around five." He reassured, pecking my cheek before I stood up.