Interracial 5sos

Oops. (kid version)

Calum-
I was napping on the couch while Y/N was out getting groceries.I put down our three year old daughter for a nap hours ago and I haven't heard a peep since.I thought she was still sleep,that was until I heard coughing and a series of cries.

I shot up to my feet trying to follow the screams of an infant until I saw her in the kitchen curly wild hair,and all.I cooed and picked her up making sure to sway her back and forth to calm her.

"Now what are you crying about?"

I looked around for any sign of bruises on her then scanned the kitchen,until my eyes rested on an open bottle of alcohol.It was fruit punch colored which is the color of her juice....which is right next to it closed tightly in a sippy cup.I saw a red ring around her mouth and groaned eternally.
"Mommy's gonna kill me."

Michael-
A year.It took a year to convince Michael to go get tools and paint to decorate your new patio.So here you are in the tool section with Mikey as your son kicked his legs backed and forth in the cart.You were standing next to Michael when you turned around and saw your son backed the cart up into a shelf with pots on it.

You let out an involuntary scream getting the unnecessary stares of other people.A pot started to fall,its only target was your precious blue eyed son.It all happened so fast it was going into slow motion.

You were at least two feet away from your cart when michael caught it before it could touch the top of his head.He put the pot back up while you grabbed your son from the cart and put him at your hip.

Ashton-
You were tired and so was your husband.Unfortunately whenever kids get tired they get so energetic its like they jusy drunk a whole bottle of fruit punch.
Walking home was extremely tiring since your daughter wouldn't stop leaving your side and running ahead of you.
"Rose get back here right now!",Ashton yelled to her.

She was at the intersection when she started to get dangerously close to the edge.Ashtons eyes widened as he saw a truck coming down the street.He ran to her picking her up,and strapping her in her stroller that she shared with her baby brother.
"No more sugar past six from now on."
Luke-
Braden was finally learning how to ride a bike today which made me the one to teach him.We walked his now two wheller down to the neighborhood park where no one really goes.It was thirty minutes of him falling and repeatedly running into the back of someone's car.

"Daddy I can't do it."

"Sure you can buddy ok.Your brakes are right here and I'm right behind you."
He sighed and started pedaling.
"Dad you still there!",he yelled as he sped up.
"Yup.You're doing great."

I couldn't help but start to smile.We both heard a honk and bright headlights.Turn in my head to look I saw a truck coming full speed at us.Braden started screaming his head off at the fast approaching vehicle.I grabbed his waist and pulled him off the bike,both of us falling down as the bike and truck crashed into a tree.

"You alright buddy?"
He sniffles shaking his head yes.

"Im gonna drop you off at home ok.Clean off some of those bruises and scratches."

"I'll get you a new bike alright sport."

He nodded wiping a tear from his cheek.I pulled him in close giving him a warm hug whilst kissing him on the head.

"Nothing bad is gonna happen to my boy while Im around alright.I promise."