yellow blanky

expectant dad!Ashton would include
  • trying to have a family for years and nearly giving up until you find yourself throwing up one morning, seeing the same spark of hope you had, also reflected in your husband’s eyes as you both prayed that this was finally it
  • ‘Mr and Mrs Irwin i’m going to put you out of your misery; congratulations, you’re 7 weeks pregnant!’
  • ashton bursting into tears, sobbing that ‘i’m gonna be a daddy! We’re finally having our baby…i love you so much’
  • buying a lil yellow blanky with ‘IRWIN’ stitched into it because you’ve just passed 12 weeks and there’s a higher chance the baby is going to make it into the second trimester
  • Ashton’s heart plummeting as you screech his name from the upstairs bathroom when he comes back home, blanky in hand and tears in his eyes
  • realising that your cries were ones of joy as you lift your shirt up to show your stomach -  ‘Ash I know it’s just little but-’ ‘it’s our baby, it’s perfect
  • that night, and every night following, he pulls you close, placing his large hand over the small rise on your abdomen covering it completely as he places delicate kisses on your shoulder
  • being in the very same position every morning, making you realise that your baby is gonna be so loved and protected
  • him promising through early morning whispers that he’d 'never leave you or baby irwin…lil irwie’ and that he was ‘gonna be the best husband and dad ever known’ 
  • him telling you to ‘please be careful’ whether it was when he left to record in another country for a week, or if you only went to the kitchen to fetch something to eat
  • ‘HOW HAVE YOU GROWN SO MUCH IN A WEEK I AM NEVER LEAVING THE HOUSE AGAIN’
  • buying the baby a gift every time he went to a different country
  • making an important video for Twitter with you, explaining how he has a ‘special announcement’ which isn’t band-related and he’s beaming at you when you tell the camera you’re expecting baby irwin in the spring
  • him wanting to take a picture every week beside the door to mark your ‘bump progress’
  • spending hours being intimate in a new way by allowing him to paint on your bump
  • ‘ashton i meant nice pictures why have you written ‘kickass’ on it?!’
  • ‘Babe c’mon, our kid is gonna be so kickass!! And very cute and smart and happy. I just want to see them now!’
  • him crying because he wanted to feel the first kick and the baby somehow never kicks when it hears his voice
  • But he feels it for the first time when he starts tapping soft rhythms on your stomach while you both think of names
  • ‘Ashton it’s been three hours and I’m trying to sleep can you please stop crying’
  • mentioning that ‘this baby has been drumming inside me all day’ to your friend on the phone
  • his stupid grin from the doorway with a comment of ‘hey did you say they were drumming? Taking after daddy already’
  • ‘you are not buying a baby drum kit and that’s final!’
  • ‘I knew you knocking me up would mean having a large and excitable baby dammit. Let’s hope they have your dimples and curly hair to make up for it’
  • Ashton spending an entire week on the baby’s room, even thinking about knocking the wall down between the master bedroom and the nursery for a door so that baby irwin would never be too far from mummy and daddy
  • hitting the bump by accident and feeling THE WORST EVER especially if it left a bruise like he would buy you flowers and make you go to the doctors just in case 
  • generally being hell-bent on making sure you’re safe, and worrying about something pregnancy-related 24/7
  • Organising your baby shower meant putting up pink and blue coloured balloons all over your house with him eventually putting one up his t-shirt pretending to be you
  • Getting an adorable picture together for Instagram with the two ‘bumps’, the caption explaining how he couldn’t even begin to compare to how amazing you were giving him such a precious gift, tagged with #thisislove and #babyirwie
  • Also keeking stupid videos like when the boys saw the unborn baby irwie move inside your stomach, and being kinda grossed out
  • Buying a new camera to take so many pictures of the baby when they arrive, which would be adding to the collection of every single ultrasound picture which he’s kept for all these months, in a scrapbook for his baby to look back on when they’re older named ‘adventures’

expectant dad Calum / Luke / Michael

First Time Anakin Meets Ben
  • Time has passed since the last time he was summoned into this world. His son, Luke, stopped reaching out to his ghostly predecessors a while ago. Anakin was both hurt and relieved at the same time. His son was moving on and creating his own path. However, the force ghost was confused at who could’ve summoned him? He looked around a small room, fluffed and blue, a child’s room… Then he finally took a notice of the overly eager toddler. His small hands were trying too hard to reach out for Anakin. The jedi ghost smiled and did his best to touch the baby’s hands back, of course he only succeeded in softly brushing on them, nevertheless it seemed enough to please the little one.
  • Ghost!Anakin: Now, can you tell me how is it possible that you were able to summon me, little one?
  • Baby Ben: *giggles and shakes his head playfully*
  • Ghost!Anakin: *laughs lightly* Can you at least tell me who you are then? What's your name?
  • Baby Ben: *stops giggling and looks at his grandpa for a moment, then looks back at his yellow blanky*
  • Ghost!Anakin: *he didn’t understand what the baby was trying to tell him, but eventually noticed the letters written on the back of the blanket* Ben…
  • Baby Ben: *lets out a happy embarrassed laugh*
  • Ghost!Anakin: Hello, Ben, my name is Anakin. *smiles*
  • Baby Ben: *smiles back brightly and stretches out his little arms again; wanting Anakin to pick him up*
  • Ghost!Anakin: *simply brushed over the toddlers soft hair* I wish I could, little one, I wish I could…