BTR Imagines/Preferences.ღ✿

James Maslow Imagine(He's my son, too)

"I'm so glad we're finally moving in together!" James announces, setting his box of hair care products on the floor. 

"I know. I just don't know if he will adjust well to this change," you say turning to look at your son. 

"Hey, nice job buddy!" James says high fiving your son. "Those boxes were so heavy I couldn't even carry them!"

Your son laughs, then scurries off to his own room. James has been there for you since he was three, watching him grow and prosper. Even though he wasn't his biological son, he treated him like he was his own. You were a little hesitant at first bringing James around him, you didn't want to play mind games with him. Your son bonded with James real quick, and they couldn't of loved each other anymore than they already do.

"About your son, I'd like to ad-"

"Mommy!" your son yells out for you. "Can you read me a bedtime story? Please?"

"Of course, sweetie, I'll be right there. In the mean time go get your PJ's on," you reply pointing down the hall. "What were you saying James?"

"Nothing, just go tuck him in. I'll say goodnight to him later."

You ended up staying in his room until he fell asleep, and let's just say that took way longer than it had to. He apparently had way to much sugar today, cough, cough, James. You eventually did call James into the room, he's amazing with kids. He read about six stories to him, then he feel asleep to James singing Count on You (of course, you singing the Jordan Sparks part)  to him.

"About your son," James says, grabbing a water bottle and sitting down at the island. "We've been with each other for quite sometime now, and I thought maybe I could.. adopt him?"

"James, you want to adopt him?" you say, your eyes filling up with tears.

"No, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make your cry!" he says wrapping his muscly arms around you.

"James, these are happy tears! Yes, of course you can adopt him! You're so sweet James," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

"First of all, thank you. Second, that's all I get?"

"Oh, James," you say grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a better kiss. He shut up after that. After about a week, James was officially the proud parent of your world, otherwise known as your son. You guys couldn't be any happier, and you couldn't wait to spend time with the whole family.