Cameron Monaghan Imagines and Preferences

~Jerome Imagine~ Because Of My Feckles~

"Mummy! Mummy!" you heard your 7 year old son Elijah cry out as he ran out of the classroom towards you, "Hi baby, whats wrong?" you asked as you picked up Elijah and started walking to the car and putting him in his car seat tears where threading his eyes as you buckled him in.

"All the other kids laugh at me because of my feckles" he said choking up, he had beautiful freckles, red hair and green blue eyes like Jerome and had your nose, only it was cuter and more button like. "Aw, baby, don't listen to them your freckles are adorable, you look just like your dad when he was your age" you cooed, as he stopped crying and sniffled, looking at his lap with a sad face which you didn't like, he normally had a big animated smile like Jerome's, while you drove home.

When you got home Jerome greeted you both but Elijah just ignored him and ran straight upstairs and into his room, "Who shit in his sandwich?" Jerome asked while looking between you and the stair case. "The other kids at school are bullying him because of his freckles" you told him and J's face sympathetic as he huffed, "I know the feeling, I gotta go check on the club renovations, I'll be like an hour, when I get back I'll talk to him". You nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he left.

It's been about half an hour since Jerome left and you where sat on the couch with a cup of tea when you heard muffled cry's coming from upstairs. you couldn't listen to your little baby cry anymore, Jerome was taking too long. You thought of what to do to stop little Elly from crying. Then it hit you before getting up and running up the stairs.

When you got up stairs you went straight to the room you share with you husband Jerome, and looked under your side of the bed for the box of photos you brought with you when you moved away from the circus, after Jerome was arrested for killing his mother and walking out of the room towards Elijah's room.

You knocked on the door and walked in, you saw your son sat at his desk looking in the mirror that hat he had moved form its place on the wall to lean against the wall that was behind his desk, tears running down his handsome freckly face. "Elly baby, can I come in and show you something?" you asked and he nodded. You walked over and sat on his bed and put the box down and patted the spot next to you for him to sit and he complied.

"Ya know, your dads freckles where like yours" you said while wiping his tear stained cheeks. "No they weren't, daddy's feckles are faded, you can't even see his" he sassed back at you, you sighed and said "Actually your dad's freckles where darker than yours" while opening the box and looking through your photos to find the ones you wanted to show, you found them and smiled, some you took from his mothers old trailer before they gave it to the new owners but most where from when he would be at your trailer.

"Baby look, this is your daddy when he was around your age" you said while laying the photos on the bed he looked and instantly giggled which turned into a full on belly laugh "Daddy's feckles look silly mummy, its so funny" he said in between laughs, he soon calmed down and looked at the photos again.

"Ya know, your daddy would come to my trailer back when we where at the circus crying like you did because the other kids would make fun of his freckles, and I told him, what I'm gunna tell you now" you said looking Elijah in the eyes, unaware that Jerome was back and listening into your conversation "Your freckles don't make you any less of a person than anyone else, so next time they say something, give 'em hell and ya know what your daddy did" before you could continue Jerome decided to make his presence known by finishing your sentence "I gave 'em hell" followed with that infamous laugh of his.

He walked over to the bed and gave Elly a hug and saw the photos on the bed, "I didn't know you had these" he said looking at the photos. "yeah well I'm a sentimental person" you said defending yourself. "I'm going to go start dinner now, I'll call you when its ready" you said while going down the stairs and you heard your son shout to Jerome "I love my feckles, like I love my mummy and daddy"

Which made you smile

A/N: This was fun to write like oh my lord i found this adorable, and the photos omggggg love it anyway please follow and Favourite as well as leave a comment I enjoy responding to them. Love ya 😘