Michael : 2 years
Ashton : daddy
Luke : dada
Calum : papa
Calums pov.
Michael has cried for three straight hours. None of us know why. You can tell that he sick. He is usually clinging when he is in his headspace and he is sick. Ash had to go record this morning and Me and Luke are here.
"Michael can you tell dada whats wrong please." Luke tries.
"Wan' daddy!"
"Baby he'll be here later. Just take a nap." I said. He shakes his head. So I call Ash.
"Hello?" Ash ask.
"Hey babe it's cal when are you coming home?"
"In about 3 hours why?"
"Mikeys sick and all he wants is his daddy."
"I'm on my way."
"Kay love you"
"Love you to" then the phone line goes dead. The studio isnt very far from the house so he should be here shortly.
"Mikey daddy is on his way!" I sa y with excitement.
"Really?" He said. I nodded. So we wait about 15 minutes and Ashton walks through the door.
"Daddy!" Michael shouts and leaps towards him. Ashton of course caught him.
"Hey baby. I heard a certin little mikey is sick?" Ash ask. Mike nodded. "Well then looks like he needs a bottle some cuddles then take a nap with daddies."
"Yay!" Mikey said. And we did just that.
