Janoskian imagine/preference

You argue about your child part 1

James; "Go upstairs to room, Jace," You whisper to the crying four year old in front of you. "Mummy will clean up your toys for you, alright?" Jace smiles slightly before carefully climbing up the stairs to his room. Your son was sitting in the corner, crying his eyes out because James had put in time out for not cleaning up his toys. He assured you that Jace would stop crying in a matter of minutes. But you couldn't bear to hear him crying like. "y/n?" James steps out of the kitchen and looks around the living room. "Where's Jace?" "I'm trying to do my homework, James," You shrug, plugging numbers into your calculator as you sat criss crossed on the carpeted floor. "Where is he?" James asks again. "I put him in timeout and now he's gone." You look up from your homework, running your fingers through your messy hair, "I sent him upstairs. I told him that I'd pick up his toys for him." "Why would you do that?" James shouts, shaking his head. "How are we ever supposed to discipline him when you do every thing for him? God, y/n, you know nothing about being a parent. Now you clean up the toys."

Beau; You hum silently, your back facing your 2 year son old as you scrolled through your twitter feed. Beau was supposed to be taking you guys to dinner, just like he does every week. But of course he couldn't leave the house without his SnapBack so he ran to grab it. Leaving you to watch the baby. "y/n?" Beau calls as he walks into the living room. "What's up, babe?" You mumble, your eyes still glued to your phone. "What do you mean, 'what's up'?" He hisses, walking over to pick up your son. "You weren't even watching Matt! He could have stuck his finger into something! God, this is why I don't leave him with you." He always doing this. Reprimanding you about doing something when he knew damn well that you tried your hardest to make sure you were the best parent that you could be. "Jesus Christ, Beau," You sigh, shaking out your curls. "I turned my back for like 5 seconds-" "5 seconds too many!" He cuts you off, holding Matthew in his arms. "You can't even put down your god damn phone to watch your own kid." Tears start to cloud your eyes as he walks out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Luke; "Luke, can't you just watch him for another hour? I can't miss this class," You beg pleadingly, rocking the crying three year old in your arms. There was this class that you needed to attend if you wanted to graduate university. You wanted to go but Luke was making it so difficult. He didn't want to watch your son for just one more hour while you went to school. "No, I can't. I've been watching Bradley for hours, y/n." He mumbles, turning around to repossess his spot on the couch. "It's your turn now." "But I really need this class. If I miss it I'll have to miss an hour of work next week." You rub Brad's back, tears brimming your eyes. "That's not my problem," Luke sighs, flipping through the channels. "It's not like you're doing anything!" You yell, placing your son down on the couch. "I don't understand why you can't watch your own son for another fucking hour! You're the one who begged me to have him!" "Fine then, God, stop being such a nag!" He hisses, grabbing Bradley and setting him in his lap. "Clearly class is more important to you than your child."

Daniel; "Are you kidding me, Daniel?" You curse, throwing down your binder, "I asked you to look after her. Not to sit down and watch Family Guy. You're not watching her, you're watching the tele." You asked Daniel to watch the baby for you so you could get through at least half of your homework. And he said he would watch her for a couple hours before he ran off to do whatever he needed to do. But when you come down here to check on them, he's not even watching her. "All she wants you to do is play with her. It's not that fucking hard," You walk over to pick up your daughter, Stella. "You need to help out more, Skip. I didn't make Stella by myself." "I understand that, y/n. I was just trying to relax, alright?" He rolls his eyes. "I had a hard day at work." "And you think I didn't?!" You snap, turning to look at him, "I had to work and go to school today. But I still make time for my daughter because she's the most important priority in my life. Maybe you should make her yours." He sighs, turning up the volume on the tele. "Whatever."

Jai; "Hey babe!" You greet your boyfriend as you walk into the condo. "Where's Ana? I got her the cutest little shoes today. Do you think she'll like them?" Jai watches you, his eyes narrow with every move you make. He was upset. No, beyond upset. You had forgotten to pick up your daughter, Deanna, from daycare at 5. He couldn't begin to comprehend how you could forgot to pick her up. You always did 2 times a week, at the exact same time. "I bought us dinner," You place your bag down on the floor before turning to look at him. "Why the face?" "You forgot to pick up Deanna!" He stands up from his seat, his voice rough. "What was so important that caused you to forget to pick your daughter?" "Shit Jai, I'm sorry," You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing, "I got so caught up with school today and I guess I just thought that it was your day to pick her up." "I had to leave the studio early because you were being irresponsible!" Jai crosses his arms over his chest as he yells at you. "Jai I-" "Keep your shitty dinner," He cuts you off, making his way to the staircase, "We already ate."