Why Don't We Imagines

Corbyn Besson - Treehouse

At 22 years old, you met Corbyn Besson. At 25, the two of you were married and at 26 you were expecting your first baby.

He was your world. Corbyn was still going strong with his band and the guys were just as close as they were when they first started.

Now the both of you were 36, and you had three kids. Your oldest son Matthew, who was 11, your youngest son Woody who was 9 and your only daughter, Daisy who was 1. You had been living in the same house you had first purchased together years ago.

"Mom we're home!" Woody called out. The two boys had just gotten off the school bus and you were preparing for dinner. Corbyn was sat on the counter and Daisy was asleep.

"How was school my darling babies?" You asked, turning to them. Matthews face dropped.

"Matt?" You asked and he quickly ran outside to the backyard. You and Corbyn shot looks at each-other.

"Do you know what happened with him Woody?" Corbyn asked his other son.

"I'm not sure pops, but he wasn't talking much on the bus home." Woody pointed out.

"Okay bud, go and do some homework." Corbyn ruffled his hair. He smiled and headed upstairs.

"Treehouse?" You questioned.

"Treehouse." Corbyn followed you out to the back yard. The two of your dogs following close behind.

"Matthew?" You called up the treehouse. It had been a long time since you had been up there. You and Corbyn had spent so long making it when you were younger. You climbed up and opened the escape looking door.

"I don't wanna talk." Matt sighed. You and Corbyn looked at each-other.

"Is there anything mum and I can help with? Is it school-work?" Corbyn asked him cautiously, not wanting to upset his son.

"I come up here to think a lot." Matthew admitted.

"Mom used to do the same." Corbyn pointed out, and you smiled at the memory.

"Truth is, I don't think Becky likes me." You pulled a slight face, confused at why yours and Corbyn's best friends daughter wouldn't like him.

"And why wouldn't she like you?" You asked him.

"Because Robert wants to date her and so do I." He groaned. Becky was Daniels daughter, Robert was Jacks son.

"Remember what dad told you? That no matter what hard struggles come your way, you can face them on your own. Yes Robert may want to date Becky, but if you want her, you gotta prove it." You had to hide the smile from your face, he was still young but you knew a conversation like this would come along eventually.

"And if you really like her, she'll see it, and she'll like you back. Not that we have anything against Robert, because we love him. Just don't push your best friends away okay?" Corbyn told him.

"Okay, thanks mom and dad." He grinned, hugging you both and then heading back down the ladder.

"This brings back memories." You smiled, resting your head on Corbyns shoulders.

"And I'm sure there will still be a lot more memories to make."