army dad and baby

Q: Who do you think will be the best dad?  -  Leeteuk: Maybe it’s me. But I will pick Donghae. Donghae has a lot of thoughts about marriage. He told me once when I asked him about his dream that he wants to be a great father.

Remember when.. Donghae is laughing after he made poor Seowonnie cry. I imagine him as great but a bratty dad xD

SHAWN MENDES IMAGINE #13: Come Home.

I looked out the window of my car, as Sofia ran up and opened the door. “How was your day, baby girl?” I ask, as Sofia gets into the car after a day of kindergarten. I look into the rear view mirror, backing out of the spot.

“It was good, mama. I painted this!” She put the art piece on to the passenger’s seat and buckled up into her car seat in the backseat.

“Wow, that’s amazing, Sof. We’ll put it on the fridge when we get home, okay?” I smile to myself, turning into the main road to get back home.

“Is daddy going to be home for dinner today?” Sofia asked, hopefully. Shawn hadn’t been home lately, and whenever I asked him where he was, it was recording a new song. His excuses weren’t very convincing, though.

“I don’t know, sweetie. I hope so. He’s just really busy right now. He wants to be home with us, too.” I replied to her, and she nodded back to me. I turned into our driveway and parked the car, helping my girl out of the backseat and taking her bag.

I tried my best to distract Sofia from the fact that Shawn was never home. “Should I call Aunty Mads and Uncle G to bring Ben over to play?” I ask her. “It’s Friday, so no school tomorrow.”

She nodded, and I called them. Sofia sat by the window waiting for a car to pull up. “They’re here!” She shouted to me, and opened the front door. She hugged Madison and Jack, gesturing to Benjamin. “I got a new set of cars for my ramp, wanna see?” Ben nodded to her. Sofia never played with all the doll-type toys, so we bought her cars like she wanted.

I walked into the kitchen, pulling some macaroni and cheese ingredients out of the pantry. Madison helped me, turning on the stove, and Jack sat at one of the barstools. “Is Shawn still not coming home early?” Madison asked me, as I shook my head.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Jack asked, and I shook my head.

“He always says he’s recording, but I don’t know. No, he’s all grown up. He should be able to come home in time.” I replied to Jack. I finished cooking and called the kids downstairs.

Sofia and Ben sat down at the table, as I pulled out the little animal plates that my daughter had picked out at the store. “What did you guys play?” Jack asked, sitting down at the table with them.

“I got new cars for my big ramp that you helped me build last week, Uncle G!” Sofia smiled, getting two forks for her and Benny.

“That’s great, Sof.” Gilinsky said, nudging his son to finish his food.

“Where’s your dad?” Benny asked, liking up from his almost-empty plate. “Why is Uncle Shawn never over?” Sofia looked down at her plate, playing around with her food, making a face at what was just said.

“Benjamin John Gilinsky, that’s none of your business.” Madison gave her son a look.

“He’s really busy, Ben. He’s recording new music.” I said, washing some dirty dishes and putting them into the dishwasher.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Sof.” Ben said, tapping her on the arm, and she smiled, shaking her head.

Madison and Jack went home after they finished eating. I put Sofia in bed, and sat on the couch, waiting for the front door to open and for Shawn to come home. Finally, many TV shows later, the door did open. 1:55 AM.

“Where were you tonight?” I ask him, as he walked up the stairs. “I suppose you were-”

“Recording.” I nodded, but challenged his excuse this time. “Fine, I was at Taylor’s house.” He rolled his eyes. I grabbed his shirt, stopping him from walking any farther up the stairs. “Let go of me!” He shouted at me.

“Shawn, shut up. You may have forgotten, but we have a daughter, and she’s sleeping.” I scolded him.

“You may have forgotten, but I have a life other than just my family! You’re so damn annoying. We have this talk all the time!” He says, towering over me, raising his arms.

“Daddy?” Sofia asked, sitting at the top of the stairs, rubbing her eyes. “Stop. You’re hurting mama.” She said, walking down the stairs. “You’re home so late.”

Shawn immediately softened at the sight of his daughter. He picked her up, smiling at her. “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to get home early.” He hugged me from the side, wrapping us both up. “How about I pick you up from school this next week?” Shawn asked her, and she nodded, smiling. “I’m sorry.” Shawn hugged me, kissing the side of my head. His daughter was his soft spot.

(a/n: okay i loved writing this so much, so cute! give it some love, i’ll post w new one soon!)

There was yelling about MZ being the World’s Best Goober Dad, and then my hand slipped…