Interracial 5sos

Small Things A.I

You are the god parents of your best friends kids. Strangely because you and Ashton weren't even married yet but have been together for six years now. She had two kids. Alex and  Hailey.

You would love their visits being around youth that still had innocence in their eyes and tangles in their hair.

You were drinking a Capri sun and watching Ashton give Hailey villan rides. He'd lift her over his head and run around your house with Alex following behind as a hero. Later into night while the kids were watching a cartoon , Ashton plopped himself next to you.

"I'm tired.",he said nuzzling to your chest and closing his eyes.

"Isn't this fun?",you smiled.

"I wouldn't call being exhausted fun.",he scoffed playfully.

"No not that. Having kids around. Like Alex and Hailey."

"I mean yeah. They're good kids. But it is Alex and Hailey."

"Yeah. But I don't know wouldn't you want an Alex and Hailey of our own?",you said biting your lip and fiddling your fingers.

He gave a sigh.

"Y/N we've talked about this.",he said sitting up and rubbing his temples.

"I know that Ashton but-"

"I tour half the year. I don't want you to be here to deal with this alone. What if you go into labor and I'm all the way in Japan. I don't want to be called a father or a dad without being there like one.",he stated looking towards you with a guilty face and his arm behind d your back.

"I know but you're over exaggerating it. I can do it by myself. I mean I have my mom and friends who already have kids to help out."

"Y/N-",he sighed.

"Ashton I wouldn't want to have kids with anyone besides you. I know you're scared. But I know you won't run away from me. Not from them anyways."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't think we should.",he said. His eyes training towards the glowing screen.

You watched the irony on the screen as Jerry dressed up as a mother pushing a baby cart full of bombs. They exploded in Toms's face and you heard Alex laughing.

You abruptly got up from the couch walking into your shared bathroom. Tears clouded your eyes and you wanted to scream. You wanted to break things and rip the drawers from the sink,but you were silent. You grabbed the white and pink stick sliding into your bathtub and reading the positive sign. The same sign that has been read three times on three different sticks.

I wish my writing was as good as it used to be.