5SOS preferences

He finds you and your child after break up (Part 1)

Michael:

“Thank you,” you say to the cashier, throwing the change into your purse randomly as you watch your four year old son run around the café.

“Daxton, get back here!” You call out, running after the rambunctious four year old. (A/N: Any Shaytards fans here? :3)

He giggles and trips in front of a booth.

You finally catch up to him, pulling him up to his feet and lifting him up into your arms.

“Y/N?” A person in the booth Daxton fell in front of asks.

You turn to see your ex-boyfriend and the father of Daxton, Michael, looking at you with his bandmates.

Luke:

You film on your phone, laughing as your fourteen year daughter climbs up the side of the container and into the inside of the ball pit.

It collapses and you laugh harder as she laughs flat on the ground and the balls fly everywhere.

You’re losing your breath after somebody trips over a ball and face plants into the ground.

Your laughter dies down though as you see the people he was walking with.

Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, and Michael Clifford.

So the man on the ground must be Luke.

Your ex-boyfriend and Grace’s dad.

You stop the recording and shove your phone in your pocket, narrowly avoiding tripping over the balls as you make your way towards your daughter, letting out a hand to help her up.

She grips it and you pull her up.

“Let’s get out of here before we get arrested,” you mumble, starting to walk towards the exit.

A hand grips your bicep and you stop, stopping Grace as well.

“Y/N,” you turn around to see Luke looking at you.

 

Ashton:

“Caleb, that guy’s looking at mom,” you hear one of your sixteen year old son’s whisper as you flip through the T-shirt rack.

“Where? I’ll go beat him up,” Caleb hisses back.

“Guys shut up. Mom deserves a love life too,” your daughter, Charlotte tells them quietly.

“Thank you for your concern, kids, but I can handle myself,” you turn around to face your triplets.

“Oh come on mom! I bet he was staring at your ass!” Collin whines.

“Stop talking about my butt. But once you find him staring at it, you can beat him up,” you agree, pushing your cart down the aisle.

“Oh look I think I just saw him staring at your butt,” Collin obviously lies, disliking this mystery guy’s interest in you.

“Collin if you go beat up that guy no Instagram for a week,” you warn.

You don’t hear anything in response and sigh, picking up a red tank top.

“Charlotte, do you need any tank tops?” You ask her.

“Um, mom, they aren’t here,” Caleb says uneasily.

You turn around.

And see Collin and Charlotte with a man, who you assume is the guy that was staring at you.

They’re all looking at you.

And that man?

Your ex-boyfriend, the father of your children, Ashton Irwin.

Calum:

You lean against your car, waiting for your six year old daughter to finish school.

“Y/N?” A voice calls out.

You turn to see your ex-boyfriend, Calum, walking towards you. “I thought that was you.”

“Hey Calum,” you give him a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” Calum asks you, leaning against your car next to you as you turn back to watch the front doors.

“I’m here to pick my kid up. What are you doing here?” You ask him.

“I’m here to pick up mini Irwin,” he tells you.

The front doors open and kids pour out.

You bend down as the tiny girl with a big smile and two ponytails bounces over to you.

You wrap her in a hug and she giggles.

“I missed you, mom. Who’s this?” She asks, looking up at Calum.

The father daughter resemblance is obvious.

“Oh this is um…” You look up to Calum for help.

“I’m daddy,” he bends down to her height and gives her a smile. “Nice to see you, sweetie. What’s your name?”

“Reese,” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck.