Calum: She tugged at his shirt and he looked down to see his baby girl staring up at him, her arms outstretched, wanting to be picked up. Calum was supposed to be practicing with the guys, but the sight of his little girl made him put his guitar down and pick up his daughter who snuggled right up to her daddy and fell asleep. “Just like her dad, she falls asleep quickly anywhere.” Calum grinned. “Yeah, i’ll be back. I’m going to put her down in her crib in the office, be back in a minute.” “Oh just be a dad and hold her here, Calum, she’s going to cry the minute you put her down anyways.” Luke said and Calum had to admit Luke was right and sat down, patting her back gently. “I like being a daddy.” “It suits you.” Ashton laughed.
Michael: “Let’s get you some food.” he cooed to the infant who rested in his arms. Leaving you alone in the bed, he went to the kitchen and heated up a bottle before he began to feed your little boy. “Who says mommy’s the only one who can feed you?” he grinned. “Daddy can do it just as well. He can also change you and he can teach you how to play guitar and be in a band and get all the girls, but not all the girls. Gonna teach you how to treat a girl and make her your wife.” He laughed to himself. “You’re only a week old and i’m trying to give you the talk, guess i’m just being a daddy, huh? I may not be the best daddy, but i’m gonna try, for you and your mommy, you both need me and i need you guys.”
Ashton: “Daddy, come play with me!” your three year old son, Caleb, asked his father as he held up a baseball and a baseball bat. Ashton grinned. “Sure, let’s go.” You watched from the patio with a the other wives. “He’s great at being a daddy, huh?” One asked and you smiled before running a hand along your second baby bump. “Yeah, he’s great. I think he’s looking forward to being a daddy again more than me being a mommy again.” “What about Caleb?” “Ashton keeps talking to him, getting him ready.” Ashton threw the ball and Caleb swung and hit it across the yard, barely missing you and the other wives and Ashton high fived him. “There you go! Now, hit the ball just like that again, let’s just face the other way so we don’t hit your mommy.”
Luke: The teenager cried on her bed and Luke stood in the doorway, hating that his little girl was hurting over some idiot who broke her heart. “Jazmine?” “Go away dad!” “No.” he said bluntly and shut the door behind him as he sat on the bed next to his daughter. “He was an idiot and you can do way better then him, don’t you understand that?” “He was perfect dad.” She wiped her eyes, sitting up and looking at her father who took her into his arms and kissed the top of your head. “If he was perfect, he’d be in a fairy tale. No guy is perfect, Jaz, never. Not even me.” She laughed. “You are a perfect dad though, normally mom has these kind of talks with me.” “I know.” he smirked. “I volunteered this time. Now, want to go to a movie, just you and me?” “Dinner too?” Luke stood up, laughing. “Yeah, dinner first, let’s go.”
