5SOS Preferences & Imagines (Luke, Calum, Ashton, Michael)

Daddy

Calum: You opened the door to your mini-van and waited for your daughter to unbuckle her car seat straps all by herself. 
"Mommy, where’s daddy?" She asked. You scanned the empty parking lot you and Calum always met at and shrugged. 
"Probably with your uncles, baby. You know how they work." Suddenly, his car came screeching to a halt near you. 
"DADDY!" Your little girl screamed as she ran towards him. Calum opened his arms wide with a beaming smile on his face. "PRINCESS!" He laughed as he lifted her into the air as spun around. It had been two weeks since Calum had been able to see his girl since you had her for Thanksgiving weekend (Calum didn’t celebrate it). Calum trailed over towards you with your daughter in his arms. 
"Hey, Y/N," he smiled at you. Even though you two had been divorced for a year now, his smile still made you melt. 
"Hi. So you’ll drop her off on Wednesday, yeah?" You said quickly. Calum knew he was the shit and made you nervous. And he loved it. "
Yeah. Can’t wait,” he said, then turned to his baby girl. “Ready for the zoo?” 
"Yes!" 
"Alright. Go strap yourself in your Cinderella carriage and I’ll be there in a second." He put her down and she happily ran to his car. 
"Wanna come to the zoo? With us?" He asked. He always asked. 
"No. This is your time with her and since you’re going on tour again, you need this time. She needs it too." 
"Yeah, yeah. I know, don’t remind me." He grabbed you around the waist and quickly kissed you. He went for another and you turned your head at the last second. 
"Stop. She’ll see then she will ask questions again." 
"What? That daddy and mommy still love each other but mommy’s too stubborn and stupid to take daddy back?" You pushed against his chest. "Just go, Calum." He obviously did not understand boundaries. He simply let you go and went to his car, waiting until you left to turn on the ignition.

Ashton: BOOM CRASH DING went Ashton, away at his drums. At 25, Irwin still had the beat of ‘End Up Here’ memorized down to a T and played it beautifully. You watched from the side, admiring this amazing man who had become your husband. 
"THAT’S IT FOR US! WE ARE FIVE SECONDS OF SUMMER! THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH WEMBLY!" Luke cheered into his mic as all the guys took their final bows. You clapped as each of the boys made their way backstage, kissing you on their way. Ashton, however, picked you up and spun you around happily. 
"Damn you looked sexy," you giggled as he kissed your neck. 
"You looked sexier. Your cute hips swinging to my drum beats." He dropped his hands to your waist and began to rub them but you pushed his hands away. 
"Ashton, I have to tell you something…important." 
"What? Are you okay?" 
"Yes, yes. It’s nothing bad…at least I hope it’s not bad." 
"Just tell me," he sighed as he took your hand and led you to a private corner backstage. 
"Okay, well when we first met, I instantly knew you were husband and father material. The way you are with Luke’s kids and Harry and Lauren is a small example and…" 
"Babe, I remember what the doctor said. We can go for adoption or something. It’s not the end of the world if…" 
"No, Luke that’s the thing! I went to the doctor for my check-up a week before I came here and they did a pregnancy test just to follow procedure and I’m pregnant!" 
Ashton froze, unable to think, trying to process your words. “You’re…” “Yes! Congrats, daddy!” You teased as Ashton put his hands in the air. “FUCK YES!” He picked you up again and you were crying and happily screaming. 
"What’s all this ruckus?" Michael asked as he and the boys came to check. 
"IM GONNA BE A DADDY!" Ashton announced proudly. The boys soon followed in the cheering.

Michael: His first soccer game! Michael proudly held his son on his shoulders as he walked towards the bleachers. He had saved money from the recent tour to help pay for him and his family to go watch uncle Niall and uncle Louis play at Manchester. 
"Daddy I have to potty," Mikey said as you all sat down. Michael looked at you, as you shrugged. 
"I can take him if you want," you offered. 
"Its okay," he laughed. Michael picked up his son as the players came out to start warming up. 
He stood patiently by the door since Mikey was a big boy and mommy finally taught him to potty all by himself. 
"Is that…oh shit it is!" Michael heard behind him. He smiled as two girls came up to him, and he signed their phones and took pictures. When he turned back around, he waited a bit longer for his son. Ten minutes passed and Michael became panicked. He rushed into the bathrooms and checked every stall. He quickly came to the realization that Mikey was gone. 
"MICHAEL! MICHAEL!" He called into the crowds as he rushed to find him. He checked every face and every nook and cranny his son could possibly be in. 
"DADDY! DADDY!" He suddenly heard. Michael ran towards the voice he had come to know so well and saw Mikey’s crop of hair by a food stand. "Oh, Mikey! Dammit, why did you wander off? Did you realize someone could have taken you?" 
"I’m sorry. I was hungry and wanted pizza." His face turned red. 
"Dear lord, you’re just like me. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing. Don’t do that again. You scared me, you really scared me. I would have died if something happened to you," he sighed as he picked up Mikey for a hug. "Erm, but let’s not tell mommy what just happened." 
"Oh, what just happened, Michael?" You said as you walked up to your boys. Michael froze in place and Mikey smirked…actually smirked…at his daddy. 
"Um, nothing, Y/N. Better get back to our seats," he said hurriedly as he ushered you towards the stands again.

Luke: It was his awards show and your son happily clapped when he needed and even sang along with his dad when Luke was on stage, performing Beside You as a major throwback. “I wish I was, I wish I was besides you,” your son sang in his squeaky voice. He beamed at his father, and you smirked at your husband. He had this little boy wrapped around his finger. 
Suddenly, when you finally stopped gazing at Luke, you realized your little boy wasn’t in his seat next to yours. 
"Jacob? Jacob, honey," you called as you looked around. You stood up and frantically began to look around when you spotted him going up the stairs to the stage. 
"JACOB!" You called but he couldn’t hear you over the music and roar of the crowd. He made his way, on his six year old legs, over the wires, passed uncle Mikey, until he was latched on Luke’s foot. 
"DADDY!" He laughed. Luke smiled and looked down before finishing the song. As the last chords echoed through the hall, Luke picked up his son and kissed his cheek. 
"Give it up for Jacob Hemmings!" Luke smiled at his little boy, blue eyes and blonde hair just like him, and waved. You let out a relieved sigh when Jacob waved right to you, Luke following his lead. "Don’t worry, babe, I got him," Luke said into his mic. 
"Hey, bud, we have to present the next award," Luke told Jacob as the other boys and him made their way backstage. 
"No, I wanna stay with you and uncle Cal and Mikey and Ash," Jacob pouted. Luke smiled and shrugged at the guys. 
"I guess it’s fine. I don’t think they’ll say something," Calum said. Jacob grasped his father’s ‘you complete me-ss’ tee and laid his head on his shoulder. When everything was cleared out, the guys made their way back on stage to present best female artist. 
"And the winner is…" Calum opened the envelope but Jacob, being his curious self, took the golden paper and stared at it. 
"Son, what does it say?" Luke laughed as Michael comforted a pouty Calum. 
"Ariana Grande!" Jacob said into the mic, happily. He even got a kiss from Ariana herself, which got uncle Mike quite jealous.