Ashton: For the past few days, whenever you tried to breastfeed your daughter, she would never latch on, which meant that you had to express countless bottles for her and today seemingly wasn’t going to be any different. Ashton came into the living room just as you let out a loud groan, taking a seat beside you. “She’s not latching on,” you whispered, “Why isn’t she latching on Ash?” He shushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Take a breath. We’ll try together okay?” Nodding, you let him wrap his arms around you and help raise your fussing daughter to your chest. He looked down at the top of your head, pressing a small kiss to your hair since you jumped as she finally latched on. “There we go.” he whispered, “She just needed a little bit of help.” Nodding, you rest your head back against his chest, “Thank you for helping.” Smiling, he shrugged, “It’s what I’m here for.”
Calum: He could see that you were absolutely exhausted. You were currently feeding Noah while he rocked Andrew to keep him quiet. “(Y/N)?”) he said quietly, “How about we use a bottle from the fridge you made up earlier?” You shook your head, “No. I want to feed both of them naturally. Not one.” Sighing, he sat down beside you, smiling slightly as Noah withdrew, “You’re exhausted and sore. Just please, let’s just use a bottle for a few days until you get used to the feeling.” Sighing, you finally gave in and nodded, “Okay. Go get a bottle and you can feed Andrew.” He was already up from his seat before your had finished talking and had made his way towards the kitchen. “Your daddy’s is so helpful.” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Noah’s head, “I could get used to this.”
Luke: He came home from grocery shopping, putting the bags down in the kitchen before going in search of you. “(Y/N)?” he called from the bottom of the stairs, “(Y/N), you home?” He heard you say that you were before jogging up the stairs and into your bedroom. He found you in the process of pulling your top down and stilled in the doorway. “S-sorry,” he suddenly stuttered and he began backtracking out of the room. “Luke, don’t be silly,” you giggled, patting the bed beside you before Darren latched onto your chest. Swallowing quickly, Luke crossed the room and lowered himself beside you as he watched as his son fed. Suddenly, he snapped out of his trance as he realised that he was staring at your chest and quickly got up. “What’re you doing?” you asked, smiling slightly, “Luke, it’s nothing that you haven’t seen before.” He shook his head, scratching the back of his neck, “No, no. I..I have the groceries away anyway. Call if you need anything.” With that, he leant down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before practically running out the room.
Michael: He would always be fascinated when you fed Amy. He couldn’t believe that you were basically her main food source and that the milk that came from you had all the nutrients and such to keep her healthy and help her grow. The fact that he got to see your breasts was always a bonus too…kinda. “Michael,” you called from the living room, “Mikey, can you come help me?” He placed his guitar down on it’s stand before making his way through to you. “What can I do for my lovely girls?” he asked, kissing Amy’s fair hair before looking at you. “Could you help me with my top? She won’t stop fussing and I’m scared to let her go.” Nodding, he leant forward and untied the tie at the back and tugged it down for you, “How’s that?” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Thank you. I just didn’t want to let her go in case she fell or something.” He chuckled and stood back up straight, “Call me through again if you need me to tie it back up.” You giggled as he winked at you, “I’m sure you’d love that.”
