#13 - His Child Calls You Mummy
You had to bite your lip to stop from laughing at the sight in front of you, your boyfriend Ashton squaring off with his six year old over her bedtime. She stood in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest, her lips set into a pout as she shook her head back and forth defiantly.
Everyday you saw more and more of Ashton in her, not only in appearance but in personality as well. They were two peas in a pod. You’d been in Jessie’s life since she was a baby, meeting Ashton when she was only six months old. Things hadn’t worked out well between Jessie’s mum and Ashton, having tried to make the relationship work the whole pregnancy. After Jessie was born they decided to end things, knowing that in the long run it would be a lot better than sticking together.
At first you were hesitant to be involved with someone so soon out of a relationship, especially someone that had a baby, but the more time you spent with Ashton you found that it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him. He was the sweetest man you’d ever known and he was the most amazing Father.
“But Daddy!” Jessie whined, narrowing her eyes. “I’m not even tired!”
“It’s past your bedtime Jess, I already let you stay up later.”
“I don’t want to go to bed!”
“You have preschool in the morning, you don’t want to be too tired and cranky to play with your friends do you?”
“But I won’t be.”
“We both know you will be.”
“Jessica no,” Ashton said, signalling the end of the conversation. “Now go say goodnight to y/n and get upstairs, I’ll even read you a bedtime story.”
Jessie stomped her feet as she walked over to the couch, flopping down into your lap with a heavy sigh. You smiled and ran your fingers through her curls.
“Can you read to me?” She whispered. “I don’t want Daddy to.”
“Sure baby, go on upstairs and I’ll be right there.”
She slid back off you and walked towards the stairs, giving Ashton a disgruntled goodnight before heading off to her bedroom. You laughed at the crease between your boyfriends eyebrows.
“Thanks,” He said, giving you a small smile. “I promise once she’s asleep we’ll finish watching that movie.”
“Sounds good Ash,” You replied, giving him a quick kiss.
“Can you read it again?”
“Fraid not sweetheart but I’ll read it again tomorrow night.”
“Okay,” Jessie yawned, snuggling down into her bed as you pulled the blankets tight around her. “Love you Mummy.”
That had been the first time you’d ever heard her say it, the breath catching in your throat. It filled you with a sense of warmth you didn’t know was possible. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled.
“I love you too Jess.”
The primary school yard was chaos, children running everywhere as their parents tried to carrel them towards the cars, having brief chats as they passed by people they knew. You’d never been to school pick up before but Luke had been stuck in the studio and you’d offered to pick Mason up for him, knowing how much he worried if he was late.
You and Luke had been seeing each other for just shy of two years, having recently moved in together. He’d been over cautious about being in a new relationship after Mason’s Mum had skipped out on them both, taking much longer to be comfortable around you. Not that you couldn’t understand that, it had been just Luke and Mason for five years before you showed up and Luke didn’t want to introduce the seven year old to someone that he wasn’t sure was sticking around.
You’d been patient though, they were well worth the wait.
Scanning the yard you finally sure the blonde hair you’d been looking for, waving your hand above your head when he caught sight of you. The smile that lit up Mason’s face swelled your heart, the boy running straight for you, dragging one of his friends with him.
“Mummy!” He shouted as he reached you, hugging you around the waist. “This is my friend Blake, can he come over today? Can he please?”
You’d been so shocked that he’d called you Mummy you didn’t hear his question, his bright blue eyes staring up at you hopefully. You still hadn’t given him an answer when another woman walked up to you, ruffling Blake’s dark hair.
“You must be Mason’s Mum,” She said smiling at you. “Luke’s usually here to pick Mason up so we haven’t had a chance to meet.”
“Oh, yeah he’s stuck at work today so he couldn’t make it.”
“Well we’re happy to have Mason over at our house this afternoon if you’re busy, the two of them together can be worse than a tornado ripping through your living room.”
You looked down at Mason who still had his arms wrapped around your waist, your fingers threading through his messy hair as you smiled widely.
“No that’s okay, we’d love to have Blake over this afternoon.”
“Come on buddy, time for bed yeah?” Calum said, switching off the tv as the movie credits rolled.
Jack yawned from where he was curled up between you and Calum, his head resting against your lap. He nodded his head when his Dad spoke, pushing himself back into a sitting position.
He’d been determined to see the movie all the way through, protesting loudly when Calum had suggested watching the rest of it tomorrow night instead, if everyone else was going to stay up then so was he. He’d done a pretty good job as well, making it three quarters through before closing his eyes.
“Say goodnight to y/n,” Calum reminded him before he stood up from the couch.
“Goodnight y/n,” Jack mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight baby,” He said after, resting his cheek against your very pregnant belly. You ruffled his dark hair and smiled.
“Goodnight Sweetheart, see you in the morning.”
The five year old nodded, turning to Calum and lifting his arms up. Calum chuckled and swung him up onto his hip, Jack’s head falling to the crook of Calum’s neck, his eyes blinking tiredly.
It was only when he was tucked into bed and Calum had done his nightly routine of checking for monsters that Jack spoke up, cuddling his toy dog against his chest.
“Daddy, when the baby’s born what will they call y/n?”
“Well, they’ll call her Mummy, just like you call me Daddy,” Calum replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Why’s that?”
Jack looked down, playing with the edge of his blanket.
“Do - do you think y/n will mind if I call her Mummy too?”
Calum’s heart clenched at how quiet his son’s voice was, how unsure he was. Jack’s Mother didn’t have a lot to do with him or Calum these days, travelling around the world with her new boyfriend. She called occasionally but never stayed on the phone for long, talking to Jack for a couple of minutes before telling him she had to go. It pissed Calum off that she seemed to care so little for their son but he was glad that Jack had a strong family foundation with you and him.
“I’m sure she won’t mind one little bit,” Calum answered.
Michael looked up from where he was sitting at the dining room table when he heard the front door slam shut, the sound echoing through the quiet house. He heard a couple more thumps in the hallway before his fifteen year old stalked past the kitchen, her shoulders slumped forward. It wasn’t like her to slam things around, no matter how bad her mood was.
“Allanah, can you come back here please?” He called, putting the paperwork he’d been reading to the side.
It took a couple of minutes but she finally came into the kitchen, wiping her fingers under her eyes to try and get rid of the mascara smudged under them.
“What?” She snapped, not meeting Michael’s eyes. “I’m not in the mood Dad.”
“Want to tell me what’s going on? You know how I feel about you slamming doors.”
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
Michael was more than a little taken aback by her attitude, his arms crossing over his chest as he looked up at his daughter. She’d had her off days like any teenager but she’d never been so blatantly rude before and no matter what had happened today he didn’t like it one bit.
“Want to try that again without all the snark?”
Allanah sniffled and plopped herself down into the seat opposite him, a few more tears gathering in her eyes. It was quiet for a while, Michael waiting for her to tell him what was wrong, concerned why his baby girl was so upset. She caved under his stare.
“Owen was kissing someone else at school today Dad!” She sobbed.
“Owen?” Michael asked, surprised, trying to remember who the hell Owen was. It took him a minute but he finally remembered overhearing a conversation between you and Allanah last week. “Is he that bad boy wannabe you’ve been crushing on?!”
“Dad!” Allanah screeched unhappily, glaring right at Michael. “He isn’t some bad boy, god why are you never on my side?!”
“He was caught smoking behind the gym Lana, I’m sure you could do much better.”
“Omg, as if you never did anything like that when you were in school Mr highschool dropout!” She stood roughly from the table, throwing Michael the most scathing look she could muster with tears running down her cheeks. “I wish Mum was here at least she’d understand!”
Michael never got the chance to say anything else before she stalked out of the room, a smile on his lips at the way she’d called you Mum. You’d come into their lives when Allanah was ten and she’d always just called you y/n. She still saw her Mum regularly and even though you and Michael were married with two kids of your own she’d never called you Mum.
Michael couldn’t wait to tell you when you got back home.