5sos Preferences and Imagines

Daddy (Lashton)

A/N: THIS ISNT DADDY KINK YOU HORNY PEOPLE

Luke:    It was early morning when I heard the usual ruckus coming from downstairs. Laughter and the faint sound of cartoons coming from the TV. Occasionally I would hear something fall and hit the wooden floor, followed by complete silence. The boys knew better than to be waking up Mama Hemmings before ten o'clock. I sat up in bed, looking at the bare spot beside me. The sheets were wrinkled and the blankets were pulled back, showing that Luke was up. Probably making more noise than the toddler. The living room was full of toy trucks and puzzle pieces from last night when we attempted one of those 500 piece puzzles. Little five year old Logan Hemmings thought that was the most incredible thing ever. 'Five hundred pieces? That's like how many stars in the sky!'. I met eyes with Luke, who was on his hands and knees soaking up something that had spilled with paper towel. He smiled, faking his innocence and attempting to hide what he was doing by sitting in front of the mess. "Good morning, honey. Sleep well?" Logan giggled from the couch, his top lip stained with a milk mustache. A few Cheerios rested on his lap and the floor in front of him, along with a tipped over bowl and a spoon just a few inches away. "You two can't be left unsupervised for one minute, can you?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows and eyeing what seemed to be my two children. Luke acted as if he was one of my own sometimes. "It wad Daddy's fault! He kept tickling!" Luke shot his son a look as if it say 'shut your f*cking mouth', but he knew he couldn't say such words to a little boy was barely five years old. "I don't care who's fault it is, there is milk all over the floor and you're spilling the Cheerios down into the couch!" I laughed once I noticed the open box of cereal falling into the crack between the cushions. Logan's big blue eyes widened and he lifted the box up, and peered down into the couch with an awestruck expression across his face. "It's Cheerio City down there!" "Looks like you're going to have to eat them all up then." Luke said, standing up and tossing the damp paper towel in the trash. Logan looked at me with worry in his eyes, as if he was begging for me to say otherwise. "Gross! Daddy farts on this couch! Make him eat it!" Luke chuckled and plopped down beside his son. "Hey, you can't talk mister, what about that one you ripped last night? I was blown away-" 

"Alright, alright! No more of this conversation." I said, totally grossed out. Boys. So immature. I picked up the box of cereal and the empty bowl from the floor, sighing as I did so. "You will be cleaning this mess up, though. Why are mornings so crazy in his household." 

Ashton:   "Daddy Daddy! Mama! Mommy! The Easter Bunny came!" the shouts of two energetic and excited boys filled the bedroom at seven o'clock in the morning. They jumped up and down, barely missing our limbs with their feet. Ethan's hazel colored eyes came face to face with mine and when I looked over, his brother Mason was doing the same thing to Ashton. "Mama, there was candy outside my room! A big chocolate bunny! Mason put it up to his hand, and it was bigger!" I laughed, sitting up and wiping the sleep from my eyes. "Let's go see if the Easter Bunny hid any eggs?" Ashton said, and both of the boys eyes lit up and they jumped off the bed and sprinted down the stairs. Ashton looked at me with a soft smile and sighed. "Wish there was a snooze button on those little buggers." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. His curly hair tickled the sides of my eyes, and I giggled, playfully pushing him away when his lips slowly began to creep down my neck. "Eight eggs each, right?" I asked and he nodded. "Mom! Dad!" Ash and I looked at each other and smiled and playfully groaned, getting out of bed and running after the kids who had left the front door open when they had catapulted outside to find their eggs. The boys were in their baggy pajamas, running around the front yard looking for their treats as I sat on the front porch, watching them with a broad smile across my face. It was enjoyable, watching them get so excited over something that seemed to simple to me and Ash. We had our time as kids, getting excited over Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny, but Ethan and Mason hadn't. They still had a few years to enjoy the imagination. "For you," Ashton said softly, handing me a mug of coffee and sitting beside me on the porch. "Thank you." I smiled and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. I internally laughed at his pajama bottoms; they seemed so daddish with the blue plaid and bagginess. "Ethan! I found one!" Mason cried, his brother running over to him as he pulled a green colored egg from out of a bush. "Open it!" Ashton yelled. Mason did, and a small fun-sized bag of M&M's popped out. "No fair! I can't find any." Ethan pouted dropping his basket to the ground. "There's a lot more to be found boys, keep looking." Ashton said before taking a sip from his coffee. The twins exchanged a few words before running off in different directions, their colorful baskets swinging at their sides.