Calum's pov
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I watched from my car as y/n made her order inside the burger place. She was craving burgers at 2am so I told her I would drive her there but I wouldn't get off because I'm not trying to get pictures of me all over the internet in pajamas. She was okay with it as long as I still payed and gave her a ride.
I watched as she laughed with the teenager that ordered after her. Her eyes twinkled in the dim light of the place that was open for twenty four hours. The young boy had flannel pajamas, almost the same as mine, and you could tell he was flustered by what y/n was telling him.
She looked care free though. I can't give her that... We're being told that we should act a certain way in front of media. That means I can't hold her, kiss her, or make her laugh. Not even post about her and that saddens me. It's something that makes me really insecure, how some another man can give her that happiness, but I can't.
We didn't have it bad though, we were just obligated to pretend we're strangers and not a couple. Okay that's pretty bad.
I see her wobble back to the car with a smile that's too bright for 2:30 AM. But I don't mind, at least she has it on her face even if it wasn't for me.
I grab her bag of food and she carefully gets on the Range Rover. Something about these cars made y/n want to have one, so I bought both of us matching ones. Probably because it's child safe.
"Why are you frowning, baby?" She asks rubbing my cheek with her small hands. "Just thinking. Ready to go?" I breathe in fresh air as I put a light smile on my face, forgetting my thoughts about media.
She rubs her 6 month belly and laughs. "Yes, little Thomas here is ready for some burgers." She giggles.
Fuck media. I have a wife and a baby on the way.
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Wow this was actually cute