"Babe!" Calum, your husband calls throughout your shared apartment with your twin girl and boy who are both 6.
"Yes Cal?" You ask as you come into the living room area to where he was watching a show.
"Can you tell our lovely children that they need to come down from their rooms so we can have family time?" He asked.
"Why don't you just do it?" You ask him chuckling.
"They don't listen to me." He says with a pouty face and wraps his arms around you.
"So they're just like their father then." You say and he pulls away.
"Baby, what's wrong?" You ask him when he sits down on the sofa.
"I wish I was home more Y/N. It's just the band has 5 albums out already and we're working on our 6th album. I really wish I could be home more. Maybe then they could listen to me. I'm a horrible father to our babies." He says putting his head in his hands
"Calum Thomas Hood you are not a horrible father at all. They love you so much and so do I. I have a surprise for you." You say walking over to the bathroom to get a stick.
