Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Day with Dada

Hi, I'm Adley Harper Oxlade-Chamberlain. I am 5 years old. I'm the only child of Perrie and Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain but that will soon change because Mammy is pregnant with baby sister.

Alex's POV: It's around 8:45am and it's a pleasant Sunday, Perrie's out all day with the girls so I'm at home with my little girl. "Adley, baby." I say, poking my head into her bear-themed bedroom. She looks up at me and replies "Yeah?". I smile and ask her "Do you wanna head to the park with Daddy?" She leaps and runs past me.

A few minutes later: We've arrived at the local playground and I'm just chatting with another dad who seems really nice, that is until I begin to hear a distant cry in the area. I see my daughter walking over to me, so I leap up and run over to see Adley in tears with a massive graze down her left knee. "Princess, what happened?" I question her, sitting her on a nearby bench as I inspect the wound. "Daddy, a boy in there pushed me off the slide and I 'urt my knee!" She exclaims with tears staining her face. I treat her wound, I lift her up and carry her back into the playground in search of this kid. There is a lot of kids in the park, but Adley spots the boy and points him out. I walk over to a mother sitting on the bench with two kids standing in front of her.

Adley's POV: Daddy walks up to the boys who pushed me off the slide. "Excuse me, Ma'am. One of your boys have hurt my daughter, so I would like an apol-" I begin but get interrupted by a large man "Who do you think you are talking to, huh? You show my wife some goddamn respect!" He tells me aggressively. I scoff and ask him "And who are you, huh?"

Alex's POV: This man may be larger than me but I am still not scared of him. He responds by saying "My name is Paul Davis. Can I help you?!" . "I just came over to ask for an apology from which ever of your kids did this to my little girl." I tell him. "We didn't do shit! Now fuck off, old man." The taller son says rudely. "You allow your kids to use that profane language?" I chuckle in disbelief. I can see the glint of a blade in the kid's trousers. I calmly back away and leave the playground. I pull my phone out and contact the police.

Call with the cops

"Hello, this is the police. How may we help you?" I hear the responder greet me.

"Hello, I'm at King George Playground and a boy looking the age of 10 has a knife on him." I tell them, watching the family from a distance.

"Okay, sir. Can I get your name please?" They ask me.

"It's Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain." I reply.

"Where is the child right now?" They ask me.

"He is playing on the climbing frame" I tell them.

I answer some more questions and then leave the premises as the police arrive