Ashton: The two of you had been dating for almost two years now and when you first stated out, your son was three. Now five, he had gotten used to having Ashton around. He was upset when Ashton had to go on a mini tour and he’d spend hours sitting by the window in your living room, waiting for him to come home. One day, he had given up and was playing with a bunch of cars on the carpet when the door opened and Ashton came in. “Mummy!” your son called, running through to the kitchen, “Mummy! Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!” Ashton grinned at you once he had the little boy in his arms, heart swelling at the fact that he had been called daddy.
Calum: The two of you sat on the grass, watching as your daughter played in the small play park a few feet away. Calum came into your life a few years ago, when your daughter was five and her real father had left when she was three. She was extremely wary of him, she didn’t want to let herself get attached just in case he left. Although now -at age seven- she had begun trusting him more, letting him tuck her in at night and such. You and Calum were talking quietly when you heard her shouting. “Daddy! Come push me on the swings!” He froze for a few seconds before leaping up onto his feet, “Coming!” Smiling, you leant back against your hands, happy that your daughter was finally letting him into her life.
Luke: Your daughter was only three years old. She may be young, but she knew that Luke wasn’t her father. You were tucking her in, Luke hovering by the doorway. After pressing a kiss to her forehead, you turned and saw Luke watching. “Sweetie, you want to say goodnight to Luke?” She was already half asleep but she nodded and he quickly crouched down by her bed. “Night kiddo.” he murmured, pushing some hair away from her eyes. She smiled tiredly and reached out, placing her hand on his cheek. “Night daddy.” she mumbled, making Luke’s breathing hitch. He quietly left the room, the biggest smile on his face, “She called me daddy.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up at him, “She really likes you.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he looked back into your daughter’s room. He really liked her too.
Michael: Your son was currently using Michael as a road for his toy cars, pushing them up his chest and down his arms. “Mummy, look! Mikey’s a road!” You hummed, watching as he flopped onto his back, “I don’t want to play cars anymore.” Michael sat up, “Well what do you want to do?” Your son shrugged, looking at him quietly. “I could be a tickle monster.” Michael smirked, hands coming to your little boys stomach. “No!” your son squealed, “Daddy, no!” Your head shot up as Michael’s hands stilled. Your son calmed down as Michael looked up at you, grinning widely. Your panicking heart settled down at the sight of it, seeing that he wasn’t freaking out. “He called me daddy.” he mouthed, smile still on his face before he resumed ticking your son, his smile growing at the sound of your son’s high pitched laughter.
