5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

Today has been a long day. I've been rushed off my feet at work. People getting me to do the most pointless of tasks that they could easily have done themselves, which meant I lagged behind with my own work. I can't wait to get home, in the warmth, and see my two boys.

Mikey and I alternate our days, he works I look after Logan and vice versa. It's a great system we have going and we also get a day off together so that we can be a real family. Just thinking of my boys at home, causes a face splitting grin to break onto my face as I drive.

I pull onto the drive, feeling relieved that I'm finally home, and I exit the vehicle to get into the comfort of my own home with my family.

"Hello?"

I call for Mikey, hearing no response, and I remove my shoes from my aching feet. I sigh in contented relief when I stretch my feet, dropping my bag and jacket on the floor and not caring about the mess.

"Michael?"

His car is here, so he definitely is at home, and he wouldn't have gone out in this cold with Logan. He knows I would throw a fit.

I walk through the house, turning on some lights as I go, and I'm unable to find them. Panic begins to course through me. I have no idea where they are. I rush over to where I dropped my stuff at the door, frantically searching for my phone, and I flick straight to his contact number.

"Come on."

I listen to the dial tone and I hear a slight vibration coming from upstairs. His phone is upstairs? Why didn't I think of checking upstairs before panicking?

I bound up the stairs, not worrying about making noise, and I step into our room to a beautiful sight.

There, laid in the middle of the bed, are my two boys.

Mikey has his head on the pillow, face content in slumber, and he holds Logan against his chest as they both sleep peacefully. The sight warms my heart, all panic from before long forgotten, and I pick Mikey's phone from the bedside table and put it on silent so as to not disturb them.

I crawl onto the bed next to them, kissing both of their foreheads, and I snuggle into Mikey's side. He subconsciously wraps his free arm around my body, pulling me closer to him, and he kisses my head messily before resting his forehead on mine.

"Hey," his eyes remain closed, a sleepy smile on his face, and I grin at him even though he can't see me, "How was work?"

"Rubbish," I quietly mutter and I softly stroke Logan's little hands, "I'm glad to be home."

"We're glad you're home, too," he kisses my head again, eyes never opening, "we missed you."

"I missed you, too," Logan whimpers slightly in his sleep, tiny fists clutching onto the front of Mikey's t-shirt, "and I really missed him."

I lean up kissing Logan's head, stroking his soft hair, and watching him yawn tiredly and falling straight back into sleep.