Dolan Twins Imagines

Your child has a accident(Ethan)

Ethan's POV
It was a late Friday night and my wife of 5 years, Y/N and I were up late making Halloween cookies because we couldn't sleep. I saw Y/N put the tray of finished cookies on the kitchen island and I got out the icing and decorations for them.

A/N~ this is what the kitchen looks like and below are how they are going to decorate the cookies

"Y/N, these smell so good," I said as I went to grab a cookie but she swatted my hand away. "Uh uh Ethan, we still have to decorate them. I worked hard on making these." "Yeah, by looking at the instructions on the box." "Hey, I added a little bit of cinnamon and caramel just to add some spice to it." She put a little bit of caramel on her finger and held it up to my mouth and I tasted it off of her finger. "Mmm, so good." Y/N put her arms around my neck and stared into my eyes. "You are so pretty Ethan. How did I get so lucky with you?" "I should be asking the same thing about you my love," I said as I kissed her soft lips. She giggled while I kissed her and brought her close to my waist. As we were still kissing, I heard footsteps coming in the kitchen. We looked down to see our 4 year old, Grant.

He was wearing his favorite race car pajamas with his teddy bear in hand. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked up at us. "Hey buddy, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?," Y/N asked. He shook his head no. "You having trouble falling asleep?," Y/N asked again. He shook his head no again. I let go of Y/N's waist and bent down to Grant's level. "Then what's the matter buddy? You gotta tell us so we can make you feel better." "I-I-I wet the bed," Grant said as he cried softly. We had been potty training Grant for a while because he was having trouble getting the hang of going to his potty. He had been doing amazing over the past 2 weeks and we had been rewarding him every time he went to his potty or didn't wet the bed so I could understand why he was upset. "Awww honey, it's okay. It was just an accident," Y/N said. "Yeah, you've been doing so good Grant. It's fine if you have a little accident once in a while." Grant shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Pwease don't be mad at me mommy. I didn't mean to wet the bed," Grant said sadly. Y/N looked at him with sympathy as she picked him up and kissed his forehead, moving his curls out of the way. "Mommy's not mad honey, I promise. We're gonna give you a little bath, put on some new jammies and I'll let you have a pumpkin cookie, ok?" "Otay," Grant sniffled. "Here Y/N, I'll give him a bath while you finish the cookies." "Sounds good." I made my way into the bathroom with Grant and set him down on the toilet seat lid. "Okay G, what bubble bath do you want?" "The apple one." "You got it bud." I turned on the water and made it warm enough for Grant. "Alright bud, you can go ahead and take your pajamas off," I said as Grant took off his clothes and got in the bath. I washed him off and noticed he wasn't playing with any of his toys. "Why aren't you playing with any of your toys Grant?" "I'm still sad. I didn't mean to wet the bed daddy. Pwease don't be mad at me," he said as he started crying again. I felt so bad for him because he feels like he disappointed Y/N and I. "Hey, I'm not mad at you buddy. Mommy's not mad at you either. You know, Daddy wet the bed once when he was little." "Rwelly? Did you get in trouble?." "No, Grandma wasn't mad at me at all. She understood and after I practiced over and over going to the toilet, I didn't wet the bed anymore and that'll be you soon enough buddy." "I will?" "Of course bud." I grabbed Grant out of the bath and wrapped him in his elephant towel. "I want you to know something Grant. No matter what you are doing in life, never give up on that one thing ok?" "Ok daddy." "Good, now let's go change into your pajamas and go eat some cookies with mama." "Yay!," Grant cheered as I laughed and kissed him on the forehead.

Y/N's POV
As I was decorating one of the pumpkin cookies, I saw Ethan holding Grant on his hip and they were laughing together. "There are my favorite boys. You feeling better now Grant?" "Yeah! Daddy told me that he wet the bed when he was wittle too," he said as he laughed. "Oh really? Daddy told you that story?" "Yes because I had to show him that he's not the only one who's done it," Ethan said as he put Grant down in one of the kitchen chairs. "Mommy, can I have a cookie please?" "Of course you can baby." I handed him one of the freshly baked cookies and he happily ate it. Ethan wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my temple. "We have the best son ever." "We sure do E."