5sos Blurb Book #2

malum

calum sat crying on the couch, his small body criss cross on the couch. michael walked through the door, about to call out his name when his eyes widened.
'cal, baby what's wrong?' he rushed over and sat on the ottoman, grabbing calum's hand.
'sweetie..hey what's the matter?' he pouted, rubbing his cheek.
'i-i'm such a bad father michael..' he cried, covering his face with his hands. michael frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking of their daughter probably down the hall.
'babe, no you aren't, you're an amazing dad.' he said softly, taking his hands down and kissing his knuckles. 'why're you doubting yourself?'
'b-because..' he whispered. 's-she..i saw jacob c-cheating on her w-when i picked her up and i-i told her..'
michael gritted his teeth, thinking of what he'll do to jacob later, but nodded.
's-she..' he let out a sob. 'told me i was lying..s-she hated me.' he sobbed, michael's eyes widening. he knew that was calum's biggest fear when they first adopted their daughter, that she would hate him or he would fail.
'baby i'm sure she didn't mean it..' he said softly.
'she did m-mikey..' he sobbed, falling apart in his arms. 'c-can i please leave for the w-weekend please?'
'no.' michael said, squeezing him tight. 'no baby you can't..'
'i'm such a b-bad father.' he said muffled into his t shirt.
'dad can we-' aj's eyes widened and michael glared at his daughter.
'aj, room, now.' he growled.
'dad?' she asked, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. calum whimpered and shifted away from the sixteen year old.
'dad..jacob..called and confessed..' she whispered, michael noticing her eyes were filled.
so a few minutes later aj is crying in calum's chest, him placing kisses on her head with tears still streaming down his cheeks.
'shh, i know..' he whispered. 'i know it stinks, ya know it happened to me too?' he asked, wiping her eyes.
'r-really?' she sniffed, blinking.
'mhm, but ya know, i realized that i didn't really love him, and ya know who the person was helped me through it?'
she shook her head.
'that dorky purple headed weirdo.' he said and she gave a small laugh, squeezing his middle.
michael was gripping the counter, his knuckles white. 'louis..harry..your son, is in some deep fucking shit with me.'