Adam Gontier Imagines

Birthday

A/N
If you haven't read my story with the overly long name with the MCR reference (The Only Hope For Me Is You), this might be bleh, but you can still read and enjoy it lmao

Just because I miss the biblical peoples and their son...

It's Mitchell's sixth birthday...

"Adam! Where the fuck did you put his present?"
"I swear I left it right here!" he retorts, pointing at the spot in the closet.
"Then why isn't it here?"
"Mom! Dad!"
"Shit," I mutter. "Find it," I tell him before running out of the room. "Mitch!" I scoop him up in my arms and continue running, carrying him down the stairs.
"What are you doing upstairs?"
"Daddy lost something, and he's looking for it," I reply.
"What did he lose?" he giggles, and I look at him suspiciously.
"Fuck!" Adam yells, followed by a crash.
"Fu—"
"No," I say before Mitch can finish. "You okay?" I call, setting Mitch down as we enter the living room.
"This fucking lamp tried to murder me!" Adam yells back, making me burst into laughter.
"You idiot!" I shout, making Mitch giggle.
"Oh shut up!"
I roll my eyes before looking to Mitch. He's smiling at me, and I narrow my eyes. "What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"I know you're lying," I reply, tilting my head to the side.
"Fuck."
"As proud as I am, I would rather you refrain from that kind of language until you're at least ten," I reply wryly, making him laugh.
"Okay, okay. I found my present." He pauses, studying my reaction before continuing. "I sort of kind of opened it?"
"Dammit, Mitchell," I sigh. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
"I know. And I'm sorry. But in my defense, you could have hidden it better."
"I didn't hide it. Adam did."
"Well, he didn't hide it very well," he replies, making me snort.
"I'll say. Why did he put it in the closet for fu—flip's sake?" I laugh, and Mitch rolls his eyes.
"Flips?"
"Shut up," I laugh, and I can hear Adam coming downstairs. "He found the present," I call, and he comes into the room.
"Dammit, Mitch."
"Sorry."
"In his defense, you did do a pretty shitty job in hiding it."
"Shit shit shit!"
"No, Mitch. And yes, I suppose I did do a not-too-awesome job. But fuck that."
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
"Not until you're sixteen. Anyway, go get your present. Wherever you put it," Adam says without missing a beat, and I stifle a laugh. Mitch runs out of the room, and I look at Adam.
"Sixteen?"
"It's reasonable," he responds.
"Need I remind you how old I was when I gave you my virginity?"
"But you're a girl. And it's a big deal with a girl. With a guy, it's just like—"
"I don't need a detailed explanation, thanks," I laugh, making him chuckle.
"Here it is!" Mitch yells as he runs into the room with his remote controlled car.
"Where'd you hide it?" Adam asks.
"Somewhere," he replies vaguely, a smirk on his face.
"Why is our son so sassy?"
"Bitch please, we're raising him. What do you expect?" I raise an eyebrow at Adam, and he snorts.
"True."
"Where's my cake?" Mitch demands as he puts down the car and turns it on.
"Did you pick it up?"
"I thought you were going to," Adam responds, making me groan.
"Fucking hell, Adam! It's his birthday, and nothing is going as planned!"
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
"Mitch! Not now!" I look to Adam again. "I'll go pick up the cake, and you can wait here with Mitch." Something occurs to me, and I gasp softly. "You did order the cake, right? I told you several weeks ago." Adam gives me a sheepish look, and I let out an agitated groan. "Great. So we can't even go to pick up the cake because it hasn't even been ordered."
"We could go to the shop and let him choo—fuck!" Adam screeches as Mitch runs the car over his foot.
"Sorry!" he exclaims, making both of us laugh.
"Why don't we buy some shit to make a cake and make it ourselves?"
"Oooh are we baking?" Mitch asks, his face lighting up.
"I suppose we are."

A/N
Family goals
They're so chill can u not
I think I'm gonna write more about them bc THEY ARE SO CUTE OKAY