5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

23- Father's Day

*I had to google search dinosaurs for this one*

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ASHTON: You sprinkled little kisses all over his face, waking him up that father's day with a smile on your face. You kissed the tip of his nose--your favorite--and he responded when you kissed his lips. You giggled a "morning babe," as he wrapped you up in his strong arms, still smelling like yesterday's cologne. "I got you a little something." You squirmed in his arms until he let you go, getting out of bed and pulling a little white box with a tiny red ribbon wrapped around it out of your dresser drawer. "Open it!" you chirped.

He sat up, taking the gift from you. "There's nothing going on today, love, you didn't have to get me anything," he yawned.

"You'll be saying otherwise when you open it."

He smiled at you before looking down at the little box. He tugged on the ribbon, undoing the little bow and removing the lid. His eyes got wide and you felt a field of butterflies in your tummy. "Y/N..." he said, looking between you and the little positive stick he opened.

"Happy father's day, Ashton!"

His green eyes stared blurring with tears and you crawled across the bed to him, both of you holding the other. "I can't believe I'm going to be a dad. We're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby, Ash. I'm going to be a mom and you a dad."

The back of his hand brushed over his eyes and you smiled, kissing his cheek again. His hands pressed gently against your stomach. "I know you probably don't have ears yet because you're still really early," he said to the zygote, "but I promise you that I'm going to be the best dad ever."

MICHAEL: "Daddy, daddy, daddy, get outta bed and see what Mommy and I did!" Your little four year old boy cheered, bouncing on the messy king-sized bed you and Michael invested your son's college fund in (not really, but you two put a lot into getting the best bed since the two of you have many uses for it).

"Bud, it's early," Michael whined, shoving his face deeper into the pillow. "Can I sleep just a little bit longer?"

"Mommy said it's two in the afternoon and you needed to get your butt outta bed."

Michael chuckled. "Well, I guess I could get outta bed," he said, squinting his eyes against the sun pouring past the space in the curtains. "but, how about I tickle you in said!" your husband said, rolling over and making your son squeal. He stopped after a few seconds, laughing himself. "Alright, bud, what'd you and Mommy do?"

"Follow me!" Your little boy yelled, running down the hall into your kitchen and climbing onto his chair at the kitchen table. "We made ya pancakes!"

"Oooh, pancakes," he said, coming up behind you and pulling you into a backwards hug as you poured the last of the batter onto the griddle. He kissed your neck, nuzzling his head in the crook, wild hair tickling you.

"But not just ANY pancakes, dad. Dinosaur pancakes. It was my idea," your son beamed, looking the table over to admire his work. He grabbed the dinosaur sandwich cutter beside his plate and showed his dad. "It's a Brontosaurus!"

"Oh my god, Y/N, it's Little Foot!"

"He was an Apatosaurus, dad. This is a Brontosaurus."

"Yeah, Mike, learn your dinosaurs!" You giggled.

CALUM: He said your daughter's name as he knocked on her bedroom door, the tears and sniffling immediately seizing. "I know you're in there, darling. Please let me in?" He begged.

She flicked the covers back, unlocking the door and moping back into bed. "It's open," she mumbled almost incoherently.

Calum turned the handle and pushed the door open gently, sitting on the bed. "Come here, baby girl," he said, opening his arms to welcome her in them. She hasn't been held by her father like this for a while now, being sixteen and all, but he could tell she needed it. He cradled her like he'd done for you. His hand drew little pictures up and down her arm, trying to sooth her and get her breathing to slow down. "Talk to me when you're ready, love."

A couple more sharp breaths and a few tears and she gave in to her father's attempts at comfort. Her head rested against his chest. "Toby broke up with me today," she said, holding back a sob, "after he told me he loved me."

"I can kick his ass for you, if you want," he offered.

"Please don't hurt him, Daddy! I still love him!" she said, getting nervous. "I think that's why this hurts so much."

Calum relaxed a bit, trying to stay calm for his heartbroken daughter. His fingers began spinning a piece of her black hair. "Alright, I'll leave his ass unkicked, but don't let him get you down, love, and don't lose hope yet. Your mother and I broke up once, and now we're happily married with two beautiful kids."

"Thanks, Dad," she said. Her hand clutched his football jersey. "By the way, I have your father's day gift," she said, climbing out of his lap to grab it from her closet shelf. She settled back down into her dad's lap.

He opened the little box, revealing a silver-colored guitar pick with the words "I couldn't pick a better dad" engraved in them. He smiled, blinking back the tears so he could stay strong for his princess. "I love it so much, sweetheart," he said, kissing the top of her head, "but not as much as I love you."

"I love you, too, Dad. Happy father's day."

LUKE: You picked up your daughter from her blue and white crib, carrying her over to the rocking chair and humming "Beside You" while getting her situated. You slipped your top off, waiting for your daughter to latch on and eat up before you'd get her in the car to show Luke his father's day present. You looked down at the petite face of your baby girl, admiring her eyes and how they were from the same ocean as Luke's.

"Hey, uh, Y/N, I was wondering--" he looked up at you and red color rushed to his cheeks. "Oh, shit, sorry, babe, I, erm--" he turned to leave the room and give you privacy.

"Luke," you giggled, "it's natural, and it's not like you haven't seen them before. You can stay, love, she's your daughter, too."

He smiled, walking over to his princesses and hovered over your shoulder, admiring his daughter. Though she definitely had his eyes, she looked so much like you, from the thin hairs on her head to the curve of her lips. Even her nose. His left hand rested on your shoulder while the right one cradled his daughter's head. All three of you stayed in that position until she was ready to be burped. Soon, a wide smile spread on her face when you strapped her into her car seat, Luke waiting semi-patiently on the shotgun side. You slid into the driver's side, turning on the car and pulling out of your driveway.

The music store wasn't too far from your house, so it was only a matter of time until you got there. As soon as you walked in, the manager and you smiled at each other, making Luke put a protective arm around your waist. Your daughter, whom you held on your hip, clapped her tiny hands as the manager came back out of the small store hallway, an acoustic in his hands.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you did not."

"Wait until you see the back," you said, excited.

The manager spun the guitar 180 degrees and Luke pulled you in closer, kissing both yours and your daughter's head. On the back was a little scribbling your daughter did one day while you were out grocery shopping and Luke was supposed to be watching her. He loved it because it was the first "art" she had made, but you knew you had to repaint it. You ended up getting a picture of it and paying a little extra to get it on the back of a custom acoustic, so Luke would have a guitar like no other. Immediately, he grabbed the guitar and sat down on a stool, quickly tuning it before playing a "Disconnected" for his girls.

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*a custom acoustic would be really cool. I'm a girl, but I'll be your father if you don't have one (or a good one) this father's day. I can't "pick" a favorite out of these, they're really cute and major goals for me. I'm just going to keep dreaming of a good dad. okay, love y'all, bye <3*