I want to end this story, but I still keep getting a lot of votes so I guess I'll keep going for now...
"Luke! Luke! Get down here now!"
Ashton waited on the bottom step with his arms crossed over his chest. The blonde descended down the stairs, curious as to why Ashton was so mad. His father answered his worries when he held up a small square shaped package that had been found in the boys' bedroom when he was tucking them in.
"What's that?" Luke asked innocently.
"You know what this is! Why do you have this! It was next to your bed! Calum was with us the whole day yesterday and he doesn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend, so what's a condom doing in your room!"
"I don't know where it came from! It's not mine!" Luke argued.
"I didn't ask if it was yours. Did Niall bring this?"
"No! We aren't even... using condoms. Niall isn't like that!" Luke cried out of frustration.
"Well this isn't Calum's, I suggest you be careful with what you choose to say to me next. Did Niall bring this? Don't lie to me again, I'm not an idiot!"
Luke gave in, "Niall b-brought it but he just wanted to show me because he found it in his brother's room. I swear we never did anything!"
Sighing in relief, Ashton hugged the blonde. "Thank you Luke. Please talk to Niall about keeping these kinds of things out of our house."
"But Daddy brings them into the house-"
"Daddy's an adult, now. You can come help me with laundry after all the stress you just put your old man in."
Luke groaned but knew better than to fight about it as he followed his dad to the basement.
Calum was with Michael in the kitchen trying to help plan for an upcoming barbeque at their house. The entire neighborhood came together for the event. Usually enough to feed ten armies was leftover from it.
This year the ultimate barbeque had to be put in place.
Calum had bought all the plates, silverware, and most important-napkins. With the extra money Michael bought extra pots and pans. Mildred and Ilah were both coming over to make some dishes that could be saved until the weekend. Mildred had seven grandchildren and the fastest wheelchair in the entire town. Ilah on the other hand kept to herself, but she was always gushing over how adorable the Irwin-Clifford's are.
The two old ladies came prepared with their ingredients and cookbooks.
The four worked in the kitchen all day while Luke and Ashton cleaned the house, and found everyone's best pair of casual clothing.
"Remember when you wore overalls still?" Luke blushed.
"I never wore overalls. They're ugly."
"Yes you did. You also had a cute little sweater with 'Baby Boy' written on it. Where did my chubby baby go?" Ashton sighed. Luke's ears were burning at the embarrassing memories.
"Luuuuuuke!" Ashton groaned as he layed on top of the boy.
"You're crushing me!" Luke chuckled, trying to push the older man off. Ashton giggled ridiculously and had an idea suddenly.
He got off Luke but before Luke could say anything he was being tickled to death. The blonde let out high pitched giggles and rolled around in attempt to break free.
"N-n-no more!" Luke laughed, but Ashton grabbed the boy up in his arms, holding him tight.
"You're always gonna be my baby boy," Ashton muttered against his head, kissing him for good measure. Against his will, his kids were growing up and it was heartbreaking. He unfortunately had to accept that. His sons were both teenagers, soon to be adults.
"Daddy!" Calum whined loudly.
Ashton shook his head, or maybe not. Maybe his boys were fourteen and sixteen going on four...
Calum got a papercut from the cookbook he was reading directions off for Ilah. Michael rushed into the kitchen, hearing his cry.
"What happened?" He examined Calum quickly.
"N-nothing," Calum spoke quietly. He didn't need everyone knowing he's a big baby for being freaked out over a papercut. The blood scared him.
Michael brought him into the living room and checked out his finger. "I'll get you a band aid."
"M'fine," Calum snapped, pulling his hand away.
"Lose the attitude. What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
Michael turned Calum around and smacked him once over his jeans.
"I said lose the 'tude, I get that something is bothering you, but you need to drop the sass, I'm trying to help you!"
Calum glared at his feet.
Michael went and retrieved a bandaid, putting it on Calum's finger before pulling the shocked boy in for a hug. "I love you, don't forget that. You ready to get back to the cookies?"
Calum nodded, following Michael back to the kitchen.
It was one of those easy sundays.
For a while everything seemed peaceful, until one phone call ruined everything.
Cliché ending, I know, but, I do what I want.
