Michael:
His eyes found his daughter’s and right away he knew he had a special connection with her. “Hi there baby girl, i’m your daddy!” You smiled from your bed. “She looks like you, Michael!” He nodded as he continued to look at his beautiful creation. “Yeah, she’s so beautiful, i still have a hard time believing she’s ours!” “Michael, you’re crying!” you note and he doesn’t even try to wipe the tear away. “I know, for her, i’ll cry.”
Luke:
“Look at the dimples on him, (YN)! They’re just like mine!” You grin. “Sounds like he got most of his looks from you!” “I think he did, i hope he has your personality!” “Not all of it!” you disagreed. “Let him get musical skills from you, not from me, i’m no good at music! You’ll teach him though won’t you?” Luke held his son tighter to him. “Yeah, he’ll be an even better guitarist then i am if i have anything to say about it.”
Calum:
His hands ruffled the hair on your newborn son. “He’s got so much hair! How is this possible, how could he have this much hair, it just doesn’t seem to look right on him!” You laughed. “Relax Cal, he got it from you, do you not remember how much hair you had?” Cal agreed. “Yeah, well, we’re going to have to do something about it though, maybe tame it?” You grin. “As long as Michael doesn’t buy him hair dye for a welcome home present, we’re all good!”
Ashton:
As soon as your daughter was placed into his arms, she grasped onto his finger and Ashton started to tear up right away. “She’s holding my finger, babe!” You nod. “Yeah, it’s incredible!” “She’s ours!” he breathed as he rocked her gently from side to side. “Maybe daddy will sing just for you, baby girl, just like what he does for mommy. I’ll sing for my girls, then, when you’re older, i’ll teach you how to play drums like daddy, yeah?”
