5sos Baby Series

Two Months Old

Ashton (her pov)
I got up at the crack of dawn and something felt strange: there was no crying. I rolled over and Ashton wasn't there. I sat up and saw Ashton bottle feeding the newborn at the edge of the bed. "Ashton" I whispered coming to his side. "Hey Mans," he yawned. "She was hungry." I looked down to see her sucking on the bottle filling up her belly. "How long have you guys been up?" I asked and rested my head on his shoulder as I watched my daughter. "Since four so an hour." He was exhausted and had bags under his eyes. I've seen him like this only a couple times- when he stayed up all night to finish albums and be on tour at the same time. "Your so good with her." I whisper and he whispers back,"She's my world." I kiss his cheek and take the bottle out of his hands. "Go rest. I'll take it from here."
Calum (his)
There's no such thing as downtime anymore. I don't even remember what downtime was. It sounds nice though. All those things like lying on the couch for three hours at night, watching trashy reality TV, playing Rock Band, reading novels in bed- gone. Now that time is spent cleaning up, prepping things for the next day - bottles, outfits - and doing household chores. We have zero time to waste. We're changeling ourselves to bond while emptying the diaper pail while Bird is sleeping in our room. "You know even though this isn't sexy, it's kind of sweet that the two of us are in this together." I said tying up the trash bag. She smiled for the first time a about a week. "Yeah that's true." Then Birds cries filled the room through the baby monitor. I moaned and she laughed, "We almost had a good moment there."
Luke (her)
"Hey I gotta go to this management meeting for like an hour an a half." Luke said handing me Chase. It took me a process to understand that he was leaving. I'm so sleep deprived that it takes my brain a minute to think. I wish Chase would tell night from day already. "What? Why? Is it so important that you have to leave us?" I blinked a few times to wake up. Luke was shuffling through his drawer for a clean shirt. "I don't know...it's about the bands future and shi-stuff." He said catching his language. "Is it so important that you have to leave us?" I repeated. He breathed heavily getting annoyed, "It's a management meeting- I have to go. I've already missed a few. It's my job babe." I looked down at the sleeping baby then at Luke navigating through our messy room. I pouted not happy that he could go out of the house and see actual people- not a baby. "But don't they understand that we have a two month old and you need to stay home?" I said. Luke sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry Sam. It'll only be an hour and a half. I'll be back before you know." He said agitated which only fired me up. I'm super hormonal and crazy from breastfeeding. "Why are you getting so annoyed? It's not like you have to stay home by yourself and take care of a newborn." I snap at him. Luke stands against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Who are we..." He says softly looking down. "I know right... We're parents." I say and we sit in silence. "How about when he turns three months we go on a date." He says not asking. "I like the sound of that." He nods his head smiling, "I got to go. Bye love."
Michael (his)
Despite all this tough stuff during the past few months, Char and I have a new bond. The first months with the twins have been good and bad. Bad because we're both sleep deprived and, well, both Charlotte and I are super grumpy without sleep. But our babies make us happy. They make us laugh, smile, and worry like never before but it brings us closer. So yes, there are ups and downs, but something about having created two lives together - and taking care of them as a team - has already bonded the two of us in a whole new way. We have run into some bumps in the road, but watching Charlotte sing Night Changes to Jackson makes me fall in love with her all over again. "Just how fast the night changes" She stops when she sees me watching her like she forgot I was there. She giggles blushing, "Stop looking at me like that. It's creepy. I know I'm not as good as a singer as you." I chuckle at her cuteness, "No your perfect." Babyhood is like boot camp. If we can make it through this, we'll be prepared to make it through almost anything.