Ashton Irwin Imagines

Your Children Together

"Ashton babe," You say touching his face lightly. Your legs were connected and the swarm of blankets near you ensured you both. Your fingertip grazed over his cheek and he stirs, and you giggle a bite your lip accidentily. He wakes seconds later, and you see his beautiful eyes open, and first lay eyes on you. Your heart skips a beat and he smiles, showing off his teeth at you, making you crack a smile. His grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his bare chest and his hands stroked over your hair.

"We should probably go check on Mason," You breathe. He hasn't awoken yet, if he has he's being extremely quiet, which is highly unlikely. Mason is your youngest of two children, who is barely three years old. Your oldest is Carter, who is five and is going to kinder garden now. She takes the bus, but you still watch from the window to make sure she is okay. She should be waking up around this time to eat her breakfast and to get dressed for the day.

"I'll go help Carter get dressed," He says kissing your forehead.His voice is raspy, from not being used while he slept and it's really attractive. He went to sit up, and you went with him, moving your smaller hands to his waist holding him for a second. He turns to you, and you ruffle his head of loose curls, and move in to kiss his pale pink lips. You press your plump lips to his, and he fills it with passion. You both smiled into the kiss, and broke it. You pecked each other cutely a couple more times before you hopped out of bed. You were dressed in seconds, wearing Ashton's sweatpants, a black bra, and one of Ashton's muscle tees. He smirked at you, and slipped on tight black jeans and a muscle tee, along with a gray beanie. He quickly grabbed your waist and kissed you swiftly before leading you out of your enormous bedroom. He led you out of the room and into the hallway and came upon Carter's room, and you let go of his hand to let him knock, and stood stationary. You heard a mumble come from the sleepy child and Ashton opened the door to see her laying in bed still.

"Sweetie, you need to get up," He says sweetly. You absolutely loved the way Ashton adored children, because you are just the same. You love them so much you decided to become a helper at the local daycare center for preschoolers. You smiled brightly at the sight of Ashton softly picking her petite body out of her princess bed and carrying her in his arms. He mumbled soothing things into her ear, and rubbed her back, and then she awoke. Carter's eyes shot open, and fixated themselves on her adoring father who was smiling widely at her. You smiled to yourself again, and then heard a cry coming from down the hall. You walked to Mason's room in silence, and softly opened the door, to find a red faced upset Mason. He was naked apart from his pull up, and was standing up in his crib. He was almost to the age where he needs a regular bed. His little hands grab onto the crib's bars, and tug weakly at them, as he is clearly frustrated and began to let out a wail. You pouted your lip at him, and he stopped, and you moved in to pick him up, and he rose his arms up to grab you. This instantly warmed your heart, and you could tell it warmed his. Mason is blonde haired and blue eyed which runs in your family, not Ashton's. Mason is also, slightly autistic. He is considered "special needs", but to you he isn't so dependent that he needs a person to take care of him when he's older. He's just a little slow, is what the doctor said. He assured he would live a normal life, do normal things, with no problem, it just means that he would have a bit more trouble learning things in school, but that wouldn't stop him and you and Ashton both know it. His hair is ruffled in all sorts of directions, as you pull him out of the crib. He- like usual- has his blue plastic glasses pulled down to hang on his neck, because he hates wearing them, and always pulls them down. Every time he does you can't help but giggle and that makes him want to do it again. He is super fidgety when you try and dress him or just to get him to sit on your lap, he always needs to be moving. After taking him to the restroom and changing his pull up, you two return to the room.

"Will you let me dress you today?" You ask and he smiles and shrugs. You giggle, and he laughs uncontrollably hard, bending backwards and almost hitting his head on the floor, but you picked him up. He smiles and pokes your shoulder and you look at him.