Gay band one shots

Bridecest- Parenthood feelings 2

Hey hey! You guys really seemed to really want a part 2 of this fic!!

So I decided to give you guys a cute little part two!

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Jinxx- Mama

Jake- Daddy

Andy- 7 month old head space

Ashley- 1 year old head space

CC- Two year old head space

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**Jinxx's P.O.V**

   Ashley sits on the play mat, watching CC and Andy play with the toy cars. Of all the boys, Ashley was the shiest. He wouldn't tell us when he had a wet diaper, or when he was hungry or thirsty. We'd check up on him, and he communicated mostly through crying, or being a happy baby.

   Andy was very expressive. As Big Andy, he was talkative. As baby Andy, he was loud and giggly. He was a slight crybaby, mostly because he craved cuddles and kisses. 

   CC was like Andy, except he tried acting like a 'big boy' leading to little bumps and bruises, lots of tears, kisses, and care. He was a little trouble maker, enjoying the way punishments made him feel little and dependent on us.

   "Ashy..." I ask, patting his head. He looks up at me, blinking innocently. "Wet diaper?" I ask. He nods, blushing horribly. I scoop him up, leaving the two babies to play under the watchful eye of their Daddy. "Your so adorable..." I coo to him, quickly getting him changed. "Why don't you wanna play with your brothers?" I ask him. His pacifier was tucked safely in his mouth so he refused to speak. He just shrugged. 

   I carry him back to the play room, where Andy seemed very unhappy. Upon seeing Ashley, he squeaks, wiggling and squeaking happily. Ashley giggles, and crawls to Andy when I set him down. I look to see CC being held by Jake.

   "He seems very fussy." Jake says, bouncing a frowny faced boy. Ashley and CC were moving some squishy blocks around the play pen. I take CC in my arms, smoothing his hair away from his face.

   "Is Daddy right? Is Chuppy a fussy little boy?" I tease, patting his diapered bum. 

   "No!" He whimpers, a sniffle coming from him. I blink, and chuckle, the typical signs of a very fussy toddler. Terrible twos... Every parents nightmare.

   "Little one, do not snap at me or Mama will put you on your naughty mat." I warn. CC bats his eyes at me innocently, a beautiful pout from behind his pacifier. I bounce him, setting him down with his brothers, who instantly hug him and include him in their little game.

   "Good job.." Jake whispers, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck softly. I chuckle, and rub his arm, watching our babies play peacefully.

**Time skip**

   I woke to loud crying from over the baby monitor. Mommy instincts went into overdrive. That was a baby Ashley cry. Within seconds, I'd practically fallen out of bed to get to him. We had three bedrooms. Our shared bedroom for when everyone was big, the nursery they shared, and the guest bedroom, which we weren't sure what to do with quite yet.

   Jake stumbled after me, ready to sooth the other boys back to sleep. I enter the nursery, turning the light on dim, and scooping up Ashley. The poor boy was practically red in the face, snot dripping from his nose, and his eyes screwed shut. Tears leaked from his eyes, and I coo softly, carrying him from the nursery. I hear Jake cooing to get the two other back to sleep. 

   "Oh.. Shh shh... Hey... shush... Hush-a-bye baby boy." I whisper, bouncing him and pacing the living room. Ashley gives a strangled, harsh cough. My heart ached, and I just wanted my baby boy to be calm... My poor poor baby.. "Jake, bottle, please?" I ask, as he comes in. He rubs his eyes, looking sleepy, but nodding. He looked so sad to hear Ashley cry.

   Crying babies was never a good sound.

   I continued pacing, and whispering. I bounce him a little.

   "Honey... Whats wrong?" I ask, pressing a kiss to his slightly sweaty forehead.

   "Nighmare...." He hiccups. I coo, sitting down besides Jake and taking the bottle. I begin feeding him, watching as he calms down and nurses the bottle. Finally, he was calm.

   I finish feeding him the bottle, and we decide to have him be in our bed for the rest of the night. I snag his pacifier and stuffy, and we lay him down between us. Ashley finally was at peace, and my mother instincts relaxed. 

   "Goodnight Ashy..." I whisper. "Night Jake." Both my boys were out cold, snoring gently, and curled together. I smile, and drift to sleep. 

   My babies....

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