Masterpieces {Book 2}

Mashton babies pt 1*

{pic on the side; Mike and cal look like their baby pic in the one shot, lashton look a bit older}

*= a Mashton one shot.

Credit; mine {wHY}

Requested by consider-me-special (doing this bc ily shay jfc}

The request; 'Mashton babies, either them as babies or them having babies.'

i decided to do both so here's them as babies :))

-Ash has adhd in this, just a warning-

((Mike is 3, Ash 4 1/2)

Enjoy hunn :p

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Big, wet, droplets stream silently down flushed chubby cheeks as his mother kisses three year old Michael's worry wrinkled forehead. He didn't exactly know what was going on, but he knew it involved his mommy leaving him alone. With strangers. Alone. And he was definitely not okay with that.

"Have fun baby! I'll be back before you know it," Karen says to her Mikey, holding back tears of her own. It was her first time letting her son go to daycare, or let anyone take care of her son really. Michael's baby fists clench onto his mums hands tightly, pleading with his eyes. He didn't talk much, but Karen understood Michael was silently begging her not to leave. Suddenly a worker (Miss Hayley, her name tag read) comes over to save the day.

"Well hello there cutie!" A perky blond that couldn't be older than 20 kneels down to Michael's height, giving him a warm smile. "This your first time here?" Michael gives a shy nod. "No worries Hun! There's colors, a playground, movies, blocks, kids your age! You'll have a blast here..." She trails off looking at Michael's name tag sticker, "Mikey!" Michael's eyes widen as Miss Hayley lists off the fun things he could do there. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all!

Michael makes grabby hands at Karen, who lifts him off the ground. "B-bye bye mummy" he whispers in her ear.

"Bye Mikey mouse. Love you."

"Lub you." Karen sets her baby down, watching with tearful eyes as the blond tugs at Hayley's arm. Karen gives her a thankful look and is on her way.

Miss Hayley sets up crayons and paper at a table for Michael, sensing he wouldn't mind working alone much. She was right, and he colors silently (and oddly talented for a three year old) and peacefully until he hears yelling. He looks up curiously, heart race picking up at the sudden disturbance in sound.

"Now, Joseph! We discuss Tis! i Pa, you ma! Sheesh!"  Michael's eyes widen when he sees the source of the noise; A boy that couldn't be much older than Michael, with dirty blond tresses and and sassy stance. He was stood at the kitchen play area, directing a bunch of other kids around. His toes never stopped bouncing, and his eyes never looked directly at anyone in particular. His smile was way too big, his laugh too loud. One second he was giggling, the next he looked a bit frustrated as if he was trying to understand something. His sentences were a bit unfocused, and Michael has never seen such a child behave.

"I don't wanna be the ma, Ash! I'm a boy, Jesus!" Joseph exclaims, placing his hands on Ashton's shoulders trying to get him to chill.

Ashton didn't take his medicine today, so getting him to 'chill' was pointless. Michael sticks his thumb in his mouth, and gets up from his coloring station. He wobbles over to Ashton, intrigued by this big kid that had more energy then himself on a sugar high. Ashton catches Michael's green round eyes mid argue, and he stops his sentence completely.