Band Member Oneshots

Baby Dun Number 2

Having received quite some unexpected news, you try to hide it from your husband Josh. Yet, he knows you better than you think, leaving you no choice but to admit the truth to him.

It was a rare occurrence to come home to an eerie silent house. It was even an even rarer occurrence to find your drummer husband napping on the living room couch. The fact that they were co-occurring at the same time was almost unbelievable, mind-blowing even.

Which is why you were set on taking the most advantage out of them.

Upon noticing Josh's sleeping arrangements-lean body rolled to the right, head resting on a propped up pillow, left arm wrapped around said pillow; his arm serving as extra head support and right hand under the same pillow—, you lightly smiled. Yes, unbeknownst to most, your husband was a great napper. He was able to do so at any time and anywhere. Enough to make a napper in training jealous.

Yet, what you enjoyed the most was how his facial expression seemed to take on a double form when he was sleeping. That is a mixture of concentration and happiness. You could only imagine that he dreamt about drumming, the band and the fans, his friendship with Tyler, his fans, food, aliens and his two families; his close family and the one you had created with him. At this present moment, though, you hoped he was dreaming about the things you, him and your daughter would be able to do together now that he was home for a well-deserved break. All in all, getting to experience this personal side of him was an occurrence that you tried your hardest not to take for granted.

Although you knew he was sleeping, his adorableness made you want to lightly peck his forehead and lips. Which is exactly what you did after tiptoeing towards the redhead as to not wake him up. As you pulled away from the lip peck, you heard him stirring.

Unfortunately, the latter meant that he was slowly awakening. He yawned at first, then blinked a few times, exposing the glassiness in his eyes to you and clenched his fists to rub out the tiredness from his orbs.

"Hey," he said in a gruff tone of admiration once he obtained a clear picture of you.

"Hey," you replied in an excited tone, a grin etched on your lips as you took in how gruff his voice sounded. After all, the tone his voice adopted when he awoke was one of your absolute favorites.

"How'd it go?" he pondered in great curiosity about the doctor's appointment you had earlier today.

"Good, the doctor says I'm healthy," you replied, as confidently as you could, before changing the conversation topic, "Are you going to pick Violet up from preschool or do you want me to do it?" you asked instead, concerned about Josh and your 4-year-old daughter's general whereabouts.

"I'll do it," he replied as he maneuvered himself into a sitting position. At his shift, you trotted over to the adjoining kitchen, where you deemed it necessary to start preparing tonight's supper.

"Hey babe," he began questioning you over the sound of the cabinets slamming as you picked out ingredients, "you wouldn't be hiding something from me now, would you?" his query took on a form of challenges and innocence combined.

As your ears picked up the meaning behind his question, you were quick to reply with a frantic and defensive "No, I'm not hiding anything!" and to further prove your position you even asked him, "What would make you think that babe?"

"Well," he began answering in a pensive tone but paused to formulate his next thoughts, "over the course of our relationship I've noticed that whenever you hide something from somebody, you either avoid them by doing common things or you ask them questions that you already know the answer to. Oh, and when you're confronted about it, you always get extremely defensive" he forenamed his observations before concluding with a second attempt for you to tell the truth. "This being said (Y/N), are you sure there's nothing that you'd like to share with me?"