i want to thank god and jesus and heaven and maybe luke a tiny bit

Holding Your Baby for the First Time

Requested: Can you do like a fluffy Daddy imagine? Like holding their daughter for the first time? Sorry, I know it’s completely cliche but these always make my heart melt 😍

Ok, I’m going to do this as a preference! I also decided to do half boy half girl because all babies are so precious :’) 

request away! my inbox is open, and I’m ready to write whatever your heart desires :) happy reading! x -h

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LUKE:

“Y/N you were amazing.” Luke kissed your forehead. “And I love you, I really do, but could you let go of my hand?” You realized you were still squeezing to it for dear life, and quickly let go.

“Sorry…” You muttered as Luke rubbed his red hand.

“You don’t need to apologize.” He chuckled, kissing your temple again. 

“Okay Dad. Ready to meet your baby girl?” The nurse asked, turning around and holding a baby wrapped in yellow.

“I’ve been ready for 9 months.” He practically ran to the nurse, gently taking the little bundle in his arms and looking starry-eyed. “She’s more beautiful than I could ever imagine.” He said quietly. He kissed her forehead tenderly, making sure not to wake the baby that had just fallen asleep. 

“Come here, sit by me.” You waved him over and he scooted into bed next to you. You wrapped an arm through his, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked at your precious baby girl. “We did that.” You whispered.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever been a part of.” He smiled, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “She’s so beautiful already. I’m going to buy her whatever she wants. If she wants a tutu I’ll but her 50, and if she wants band tees I’ll buy only the good bands. And I’m going to teach her how to ride a bike, and sing to her when she can’t sleep, and I think I’ll even learn how to do hair for when you’re not there. And I’ve already decided no boys until she’s 18”

“She already has you wrapped around her finger, and she hasn’t said one word yet.” You giggled, and Luke sighed.

“I knew it was bound to happen. So I’m just rolling with it.”

“Look, she’s already a daddy’s girl too.” You pointed to the little smile that had formed on her sleeping face at the sound of Luke’s voice.

“Man, I have to two most beautiful girls in the world.” He whispered, kissing you again. 

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CALUM:

“Congrats Mr. and Mrs. Hood! It’s a boy!” The doctor said as he set the baby in the nurse’s waiting arms.

“Baby, did you hear that? A boy!” Calum whispered excitedly as he kisses all over your face again and again. You smiled for the first time since you’d started labor hours ago. 

“A mini you.” You said with a grin, and Calum squeezed your hand.

“Oh, I sure hope not. I hope he looks more like you.”

“Well, why don’t you go look?” You pointed to the table where they were weighing him, and Calum ran over. His eyes lit up at the little human wriggling around and crying. “Babe, 10 fingers and 10 toes.” 

“We did all right then.” You laughed.

“More than alright. He’s going to be a ladies’ man, I can already tell.” He gave you a grin before looking back at his son. The nurse wrapped a green blanket around him and passed him off to Calum.

“Hey, little man, don’t cry. Daddy is right here.” He cooed softly, rocking him back and forth in his arms. “Here’s the thing. Mommy is really tired. She’s had a long day. So go off to sleep, little man.” You were mesmerized at how quickly he slipped into dad mode. It made you choke up a little bit. 

“So he’s okay? Everything is okay?” You asked.

“More than okay. He’s the cutest baby I think I’ve ever seen.” He said, never taking his eyes off of him. “Isn’t that right?” The baby gave a happy screech in reply and Calum’s face lit up. “Did you hear that?”

“The whole floor heard that.” You laughed.

“Maybe he’s a singer. Are you going to sing with daddy?” His question was answered with another little coo and Calum giggled. “God I love him so much already.” Calum sighed.

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MICHAEL:

“Would you like to hold her Mr. Clifford?” The nurse pulled the hat over your baby’s head and offered her.

“Oh, uh, I think mom deserves that honor first.” He laughed nervously, and the nurse grinned. She nodded and walked over to you, setting the baby gently in your arms. Tears filled your eyes and you smiled as the doctor and nurses left you and Michael to be alone with your daughter. 

“Michael.” You choked out. “Look at her, she has such a tiny nose.” He leaned on the bed next to you, running his finger lightly over the blanket that she was wrapped in. 

“I can’t believe she’s ours.” He said quietly. You both looked at her, in awe of how precious the little bundle in your arms. You leaned against Michael to get his attention. “Yea?” He asked, resting his cheek on your head. 

“Want to hold her?” You asked, looking up at Michael. His face drained of color, and he shook his head.

“Oh, no no no no.” He sat back, and you furrowed your eyebrow.

“What the hel- heck was that?” You asked.

“Sorry. That was- I’m just nervous.” He stood up and started pacing the length of the bed.

“Nervous about what? Babe, we’ve had this talk… we had it when I first found out I was pregnant. You’ve had 9 months to prepare.” 

“No it’s not that. I’m so unbelievably happy that she’s here. I mean, Jesus she’s perfect.”

“So, do you want to hold her?” You offered again, and Michael shook his head.

“No, Y/N, she’s perfect. What if I mess up? What if she cries because she doesn’t like me. I can’t- I don’t know. I don’t want her to ever be sad.” He sat down on the foot of the bed, shaking his head. You looked down at your daughter and smiled.

“Mike, you know why you feel like that?” He looked at you from the corner of his eye. “Because you love her already.” 

“Obviously I love her.” He chuckled. 

“Then come here.” He stood up and walked over to you. He sat next to you this time, and you set her in his arms. He looked at her in wonder, smiling at the angel in his arms. He leaned down to her, and laughed quietly. 

“She smells so good.” He murmured, and brought her up slowly to kiss the tip of her nose. Her sleeping face broke into a smile, and she squirmed in Michael’s arms, sighing quietly. He sniffled and you looked up at him, catching him as he quickly wiped a tear from his cheek.

“Mikey.” You whispered. “Are you crying?”

“Maybe.” He laughed, and you leaned towards him to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“That’s not very punk rock.” You teased.

“Shut up!” He smiled. “I just love you both. A lot.”

“I love you too. A lot.”

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ASHTON:

“He’s all fed.” You breathed a sigh of relief. “And now he’s drifting off to sleep. Thank you.” You said to no one in particular. It had been a long day. You were looking forward to some peace and quiet. 

“See, parenting isn’t that hard.” You laughed at Ashton’s comment, and he sat on the side of the bed. “I’m crazy happy right now. I love you so much.” He leaned in and gave you a kiss, your eyes fluttering shut.

“And I’m crazy tired.” You yawned.

“Understandable. You did just push a baby out of your-”

“Hey, Ash, love you. But I don’t need a recap. I was kind of there.”

“Right.” He chuckled. “I can take him so you can sleep.” He smiled, holding his arms out. You gladly passed him off, ready to get some shut eye of your own. Ashton swayed back and forth, making sure your son stayed asleep. You smiled as you watched your two favorite boys in the entire world get to know each other. Your eyes started to close as you watched Ashton sit in a chair by the window.

You woke up a few hours later to see him in the same position he was in before. The baby was laying between his legs, and Ashton was softly running his fingers along his cheeks, his nose, and playing with his tiny fingers. You could hear him quietly singing, and you rolled over. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face at the sight of Ashton singing his son to sleep.

“Hey Ash. What are you singing?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” He jumped at the sound of your voice. “I’m just singing some stuff from his favorite band.” He looked back at his son and kissed his forehead. “Isn’t that right? We’re learning Long Way Home first.” He grinned. 

“That one’s my favorites.” You smiled.

“I know, that’s why I picked it.” He grinned back, and you chuckled.

“Please just don’t teach him Good Girls or 18 anytime soon?” You laughed, and Ashton raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t worry babe, I’m saving those for when he’s in high school.”