5SOS One-Shots and Preferences

You Have His Kid And He Finds Out

Ashton
Age; 17

You got out of your car, already seeing your 17 year old son standing in front of the mall waiting on you.

"Finally." He groaned, making a laugh escape your lips.

You sighed, walking through the mall beside your son, Tristan. He was trying to find a Valentines Day gift for his girlfriend of two years and he wanted your opinion on it, so you tagged along.

"What about this mum?" The hazel eyed boy asked, pointing to a ring in Kay Jewelers. You walked over, inspecting the ring.

"That's beautiful honey. But don't you think a necklace or something might be better?" you teased, making a blush appear on his face.

"I guess youre right." He responded then walking over to the necklaces and looking through them in the glass box.

He smiled, his finger pointing to a diamond heart.

"This one mum. This one is perfect." He smiled.

You sighed, walking over to your 17 year old son.

"It's beautiful." You smiled. He waved over a worker, "Is it in your budget?" You asked him, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"Yeah mum." He smiled back at you.

Tristan had been working summer jobs; mowing lawns, walking dogs, and being a part time waiter at the local diner down the street. You had a good kid and you knew it.

A smile appeared on his face as the older woman boxed the gift and placed it in a bag. She set the bag on the counter before telling him the set price for the necklace. He handed her the exact amount of cash before reaching out and grabbing the back. She handed him his receipt before you two walked out of the store.

"She's gonna love it baby." You smiled at your son, "Shit." Your eyes widened as you saw three of your ex-boyfriend, also known as Tristan's father, walked toward you.

It was a dead give away that Tristan was his kid. For god sakes, the boy looked just like his dad.

Calums eyes widens as his gaze get on you. You saw him smack the other twos arms before you quickly whipped around, hoping they wouldn't bother you and your son.

You heard foot steps, slightly wincing as they neared you. You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"Fuck." You panted as you grabbed your chest. A little laugh escaped Tristan's lips before quickly shutting up once he saw the glare on your face.

You turned around, seeing the three faces you didn't want to look at, peering down at you. All the boys had always been taller than you.

You licked your lips before sighing, "What do you want?" You asked. You honestly didn't want to have any communication with them, knowing they'd probably tell Ashton about Tristan if they find out he's your son.

Lukes eyes widened once he saw the 17 year old standing behind you.

"Mum, who are these guys?" He growled, suddenly becoming protective. He was the man of the house and acted like it, even if that meant scaring away any men that came near you.

You sighed once again, "Just some old friends Tris." You shot him a small smile.

"So who's the lucky fellow that has you and this young fellow?" Michael asked.