A/N: I got this as a request and tbh I loved writing it a hella lot, I hope you like it too, thanks for reading! x
Cal: You were visiting your husband on tour, joined by your 2 and a half-year-old daughter. That night they were playing a big show, but before that they had to do soundcheck.
With your daughter on your arm, you took a seat in front of the stage, while Calum and his band members fixed their instruments.
The little girl hadn’t been to many shows yet because of the noise and stress but she had often waited backstage, saying goodbye as the boys left for stage and jumping into their arms when they returned afterwards. Luke, Ashton and Michael were like uncles to her, who often insisted on babysitting her and spending time with her, which you gladly accepted.
“What is daddy doing?”, your little daughter asked, looking up at the stage curiously.
“Luke, Mikey, Ashton and your daddy are gonna play and sing some songs for us, just watch!”, you explained, laughing a little.
Through the songs, your baby daughter laughed and clapped while Calum kept looking over at you, smiling happily at his little family.
At the end of the last song, She Looks So Perfect, the boys played their instruments for the last few seconds, jumping around, jamming out one last time, which would normally make the crowd go absolutely crazy.
Suddenly, your daughter pointed at Mikey and shouted “Uncle Mikey, noo!”, a horrified look plastered on her face.
“What’s wrong, honey?” you asked, watching her as she covered her eyes with her tiny hands.
You didn’t get an answer, instead she started crying, burying her head in your shoulder.
The boys had finished playing and were all getting off the stage, but their chirpy expressions changed when they spotted yours and Calum’s daughter.
“I think she got a bit scared at the end”, you told them, still trying to cheer the little girl up with stroking her hair soothingly.
Abruptly, she lifted her head and looked at Michael, still with some tears in her eyes.
“Mikey, no!” she said again.
“Aww I’m sorry I scared you baby come here.” Michael opened his arms towards your daughter.
At first she looked at him hesitantly, but then she let him give her a hug while the rest of the boys laughed at them.
Luke: “How are you feeling, hm babe?” Luke asked, giving you a welcoming hug followed by a kiss on your forehead.
He took your bag from the counter and looked around the rather small hospital room one last time.
“A little exhausted to be honest, but other than that, I’m happy.” You smiled up at your husband.
A week ago, you had born yours and Luke’s baby boy, and today was the day you were finally taking him home, which also meant, the rest of your husband’s band was coming over to see him for the first time.
Luke carried your stuff while you held the baby carefully, trying not to wake him up.
During the car ride, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the seat. Having a baby made you incredibly happy, but unfortunately it was also extremely exhausting, and you were glad you were going home now, where you would get help from Luke and his band mates, who spent a lot of their time at yours and Luke’s house.
When you pulled up the driveway, you saw Ashton’s car parking in front of your house.
“Looks like we have guests already”, you noticed, laughing a little.
As soon as Luke had unlocked the front door, you heard feet shuffling towards you and voices ringing through the house.
“Awwwww, look, he’s so cute!”
“Oh my god, he’s so tiny!”
“I wanna hold him!”
You chuckled lightly as Michael, Ashton and Calum watched the little baby boy sleeping peacefully in your arms.
The five of you made their way to the couch, where you carefully handed your baby to Calum.
The boys commented everything, from how small his fingers were to how his nose looked exactly like yours’ and how desperately they wanted to see his eyes, but they couldn’t because he was still asleep.
The last one to hold your son was Ashton, and this time, your baby’s eyes fluttered open, examining all of the boys’ faces, his crystal blue eyes looking up at them interested.
“Luke, he totally has your eyes!”
All of a sudden, the little boy’s expression changed, and his curious eyes squeezed shut as he started crying.
“Look what you’ve done, you’ve already made him cry!” Michael laughed at Ashton, who looked at you helplessly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t want to make him cry!” Ashton said, the little baby in his arms moving around nervously.
“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Here give him to me, I’m sure he’s just hungry”, you reassured, taking the crying little boy from Ashton’s arms, trying to calm him down with softly rocking him in your arms.
After a while, he had stopped crying, but you had to tell Ashton another ten times everything was okay before he finally stopped apologizing.
Ash: It was the 31st of October, Halloween. You didn’t have much plans for that night, other than the fact that Ashton’s band mates were coming over to play some silly games and dress up as monsters and other creatures.
You were busy painting the face of your nearly 4-year-old daughter, making her look like a witch, but “not too scary”, as she had instructed you.
From downstairs you could hear Ashton’s cheerful laughter as he greeted his friends. He was dressed up as Superman, you wore a Cat-woman costume.
“I think that’s it, what do you think, sweetie?”
You led your little girl to the front of the mirror, where she looked at herself, her eyes getting wide and a smile spreading across her face.
“Mommy, you made me look so pretty! I wanna show daddy and the others!” she said, pulling on your hand.
You made your way downstairs, spotting Ashton, Michael as Spiderman and Calum as, what a surprise, Cal-Pal.
“Hey little princess, wow I’ve never seen such a pretty witch!” Michael greeted your daughter, giving her a big hug, while she giggled.
“Cal-Pal!”, she laughed, turning to Calum, holding out her hand to receive a fist bump from him, who then bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek, getting one back from her, making you laugh a little.
“Where’s Luke?”, was the next thing she said, looking around for him.
“I think he was in the kitchen, you should go and see him”, Ashton suggested, grinning mischievous.
So she made her way towards the kitchen, you could only hear her tipsy steps as she walked around the corner, suddenly followed by a loud roar that sounded more fake than anything you had ever heard, but obviously it was enough to make your little daughter scream and run back into the living room.
She looked terrified as she clung to her daddy’s legs, whimpering a little.
Seconds later you saw Luke walking around the corner, a regretful look on his face as he took off the, actually scary looking, monster-mask.
“Hey, look it’s me, Luke! I’m sorry I scared you, look it’s just a mask!”
He bent down to the frightened little girl and handed her the mask, which she took after some hesitation. She looked at it for a while, confused, but then she looked back at Luke.
“You’re supposed to dress as someone nice!” she claimed.
“I know, I’m sorry honey. Let’s get upstairs and I’ll let you paint my face, how does that sound?”, Luke suggested, making your daughter smile in agreement.
Mikey: “Is daddy home?”
Your 2 year old daughter looked up at you with a questioning expression as you unlocked the door to yours and Michael’s apartment.
“Yeah, he is, go look for him!” you encouraged her.
You didn’t have to say that twice and she was already running down the hall, calling Michael with her cute, chirpy voice.
“Aw look who’s home! Come here princess!”
You smiled to yourself when you heard Michael’s voice, seeing him and your daughter together was, in your opinion, the cutest thing in the entire world.
You hung up your coat and made your way to the living room where you saw Michael and your daughter sitting on the floor, taking off her small shoes which she had left on.
“Hey babe, how are you?”, Mikey greeted you.
“I’m good, I missed you”, you replied. You hadn’t seen him much lately during the many writing and studio sessions.
You walked over to Michael and kissed him, then you pulled the three of you in a big hug, making your daughter giggle.
“Hey, do you wanna talk to Calum?”, Michael asked her after you’d pulled away.
“Cal is not here”, she noticed, looking a bit confused.
“I know, but he’s there, on my laptop, on Skype. Do you wanna see him?”
He picked her up and sat down on the couch, placing her in his lap before pointing to the laptop screen.
You took a seat next to them, waving and saying hi to Calum.
“That’s not Cal!” Your daughter had a frightened look on her face.
“Why is he in there? I don’t want that! That’s not Cal!”
Laughing a little, you tried to explain the whole thing to her but she only started crying and burying her head in Michael’s shirt.
“Hey, sweetie! It’s really me Cal, you don’t need to be scared I’m okay, nothing’s wrong!” Calum spoke to her softly, making her turn her head around slowly.
After some minutes of talking to the “unreal” Calum, your daughter wasn’t scared anymore.
“But you’re gonna come out of there again, aren’t you?” she asked unsurely, making everyone laugh as she looked at you confused.