Josh Zerker imagine - Mum (includes KSimon)
requested: ‘an imagine where you’re dating josh so you’re kind of like a mum to the boys’
Coming to the sidemen house just did not seem to get easier as a clean freak. Admittedly, the boys had gotten better; but better was most certainly not good. They were slobs.
As someone so heavily invested in cleanliness this made me cringe highly. So much so, that when I came round, I bought my own cleaning products. Understandably, it wasn’t my business, but I did it anyway for their own wellbeing and health. In fact, I tried to look after all the boys, making sure they ate at all appropriate times, washed their clothes regularly, and knew how to do things like sew and cook actual, non processed meals.
Someone who was now accustomed to this was Josh, my boyfriend of four years. He had known about my nurturing ways since the very first month of our relationship. The 'mum gene’ was one I wore with pride, and by now he had grown to love it. It was another part of me.
“Y/n? What are you doing?”
I turned to face the tall figure entering the kitchen, my rubber gloves still clad to my hands as I scrubbed at the kitchen table.
“Good morning Simon. I’m just cleaning up.”
“Cleaning?” JJ echoed as the pair sat together on the bar stools. “But…why?”
“Because I enjoy it,” I responded as I removed my gloves, packing all the cleaning materials into the cupboard under the sink and washing my hands in the process.
“You enjoy cleaning?”
“Yes Jide, I do. You don’t need to sound so shocked - I’m sure you have many an interest that I would probably be just as…surprised, by.”
Simon laughed as he watched JJ who smiled down at his lap.
“Exactly. Now do you guys want breakfast? I can make you bacon and eggs if you want.”
“Do we even have bacon and eggs?”
“I bought some.”
A smile covered my face as Josh entered the room. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I buried my face in his neck, appreciating highly the fresh smell of his shower gel. He held me at arms length and kissed my cheek before joining JJ and Simon on the bar stools.
“I feel like I’m watching my parents be all gross at breakfast. Am I 15 again?” Simon rubbed the back of his head, looking genuinely confused.
“I know! Y/n is literally the Mummy to our Daddy Josh!”
“Jide, please don’t call me Daddy, we’ve been through this.” Josh scolded him lightly.
“Sorry, I forgot only Mum can do that.”
Laughs errupted from the two KSImon boys and I rolled my eyes, pouring out the oil into the pan.
“You two are honestly like a couple of children!”
“Yeah, and you and Josh are our parents!”
Josh shook his head as he pulled me down onto his lap, placing a light kiss on my neck to which I shuddered.
“Alright Dad, don’t get kinky.”
“Oi!” I tossed a spoon at JJ and he faked injury, grabbing his face. “Childline! I’m calling childline!”
Josh held my hand underneath the table and I turned my head to face him.
“You know, you are very Mum like.”
His face split into a small grin as his grip on my hand tightened, his other hand moving to my waist.
“Quite possibly, yes.”