Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

The Worst Person To Hear You Say That

The name is JJ Stephens or Jordan Junior Stephens. I'm 9 years old and the eldest child of Jade and Jordan Stephens having 3 younger sisters named Niamh, Isabelle and Hollie Stephens.

JJ's POV: Lemme just start by saying that I'm for sure my nana's favourite grandson. I'm a true gentleman and sweetheart in her eyes when really I can be a little troublemaker which infuriates my mam and dad.
"JJ, nana has made biscuits!" Isabelle tells me, excitedly holding a chocolate chip bikkie, the chocolate oozing. I leap off the chair and rush into the kitchen.
"Nana, can I have a bikkie, please!?" I ask, basically leaping up and down.
"Of course you can, darling." She replies, handing me a bikkie on a plate. "Careful, it's hot" I grin and sit at the table, ready to devour the delicacy.

"Mam, that's not fair! Why don't I get one?" I hear mammy complain, pouting. I chuckle at her so she pulls a funny face at me.
"Well, pet. I only make biscuits for my adorable grandchildren." Nana tells her, kissing the top of my head. We then begin to hear daddy yelling upstairs very loudly.
"For god sakes, Hollie just stay still!" Daddy yells at my baby sister. "Stop crying as well!" I put my biscuit down and bolt upstairs, mammy and nana following suit. We see daddy trying to put a nappy on Hollie who's screaming and crying hysterically.

"Jordan, don't be so harsh towards her" Mam tells him, sternly. "We can hear you downstairs and frankly I don't like what I'm hearing coming from you!"
"You fucking do it then!" Daddy replies, storming out the room muttering something.

Jade's POV: "Not like I wanted these little shits anyway" I hear Jordan mutter incoherently. I walk over to my daughter, pulling her into my chest.
"It's alright, honey. Mama's here!" I tell my infant daughter.
"Jade, didn't you hear what he said afterwards?" My mam asks me, I nod knowing he didn't actually mean it. But then mam goes into overprotective nanny mode and tells me "Nobody says that about my little munchkins" And goes after Jordan.
"Jordan Stephens, get your ass back here and apologise immediately!" I hear mam yell towards Jordan who I watch carry his bag to a taxi.

Isabelle and Niamh walk into the room and Isabelle ask me "Mammy, where is dada going?" My heart shatters into a million pieces as I stare emotionless towards my 8 and 3 year old.
"I don't know, baby girl" I lie to my daughter. I can't bring myself to tell my daughter the real reason.