Calum

I sat on the sofa, watching TV. Calum sat on the floor with baby Aidan lying across the carpet. Calum had Aidan's small legs gently in his grasp as he moved them about.

"Getting some exercise, aren't we?" he cooed to him as he smiled at his son, making Aidan smile back at his dad.

"Cal, what are you doing? He gets exercise when he crawls." I spoke.

"I want my son to be a footballer like his dad was, so I'm exercising his legs." He stated, eyes still fixed on Aidan.

"I hate to burst your bubble, babe, but I don't think it works like that." I chuckled.

"Mum did it to me when I was a baby, so I thought I'd give it a shot." He responded, looking at me.

"Fair enough." I sighed as I stood from the sofa and sat down next to Calum, intently watching my son.

"Don't worry, babe, he'll be a footballer, I can see it in his eyes." I grinned, making Calum chuckle.

"Yeah. He's going to be as good as his old man." He smiled.

"Getting a little cocky, are we?" I smirked.

"You know you love it." He returned it.

Luke

I sat on the bed, flicking through my phone as Luke rushed in.

"Y/N, you'll never guess what I bought for Alex." He grinned excitedly as he held Alex closely.

"What did you buy?" I chuckled. He outstretched his arms, bringing Alex out with them and revealing him in a ninja turtle onesie. I laughed as I stood from the bed and walked towards them.

"Oh, my god, that's adorable." I smiled as I inspected the outfit.

"I know, right?!" Luke laughed as he brought Alex back into his body.

"I'm thinking that you should do his clothes shopping from now on." I chuckled.

"Ha, no. Look, I wear three shirts in total, I don't think that it's a wise move for me to be dressing our son." He stated. I laughed as I took Alex from him.

"Okay, I'll stick to dressing him. But you did well." I chuckled, making Luke roll his eyes playfully.

"I can dress a child, Y/N." he smiled.

"Sure." I chuckled.

Michael

Michael was playing on the Xbox with Charlie sat on his lap as I walked in and took a seat next to them. Charlie was randomly bashing the controls, slamming his tiny fists down onto the buttons.

"Come on, Charlie, you can do it, buddy." Michael encouraged.

"Mikey, I'm not overly keen on you teaching our son how to play video games from such an early     age." I sighed, making Michael shrug.

"He'll be fine." He chuckled as Charlie pressed a button.

"No! Charlie, what was that for?!" he groaned as the screen turned black. Charlie gurgled at his dad's voice, blissfully unaware of the trouble he was in.

"Ha, karma's a bitch." I laughed as I picked Charlie up.

"Y/N, I'm not overly keen on you teaching our son how to swear from such an early age." Michael mocked, chuckling at me.

"I hope he's inherited your hilarious sense of humour." I smiled sarcastically, making him smirk at me.

Ashton

"Y/N! Quick, hurry!" I jolted out of bed as I realised that it was coming from the nursery. I rushed to see Oliver standing in his crib and Ashton grinning like an idiot.

"What's wrong?" I puffed as Ashton took him out of his crib.

"Ollie was drumming! Against his crib! My son is a drummer, Y/N!" he laughed. I sighed in relief.

"I thought that he was hurt or something." I huffed as I gently rubbed Oliver's cheeks.

"What? No, why would you think that?" he asked.

"Y/N, quick, hurry!" I mocked, making Ashton chuckle at me.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. But this is huge, babe! My little Ollie is a drummer!" he giggled, making me chuckle.

"That's awesome. My boy is a drummer! My boys are drummers!" I laughed.

"Luke will be pissed off, though." He smirked.

"Why?" I asked.

"We made a bet when Ollie was born. He owes me fifty dollars." He chuckled.

"Of course, you made a bet on our son." I laughed as I left the room with Ollie.

Michael

Michael and I walked through the shopping centre, Michael pushing Jacob's buggy.

"Babe, we've been walking forever, we should stop for a minute." I sighed.

"Okay." He nodded as we stopped at an empty bench. I sighed in relief as I sat down.

"Why did you wear heels for shopping?" Michael chuckled.

"Because I knew I'd be trying on shoes, and these shoes are the easiest to get on and off." I smiled. He returned it before looking at Jacob as he gently pushed the buggy forwards and backwards.

"Look at him. Out like a light." He smiled, looking at Jacob sleeping with his mouth open slightly.

"Oh, what an adorable baby boy." The woman next to us smiled.

"Thank you." I returned.

"How old is he?" she asked.

"Two weeks." Michael spoke.

"Oh, how precious. He really is new to this world, isn't he?" she smiled. We returned it as Jacob opened his eyes and started to wail.

"Oh dear." Michael sighed as he stood up and gently picked him up.

"You've been asleep for the last half an hour but as soon as you get an audience, you have a cry." He chuckled as he bopped him up and down.

"Come on, baby boy, stop crying for daddy. Come on, buddy." Michael sighed.

"I think he's hungry, babe, the last time I fed him was this morning." I spoke.

"Okay." He nodded as he sat down with Jacob in his arms. I got out a bottle and handed it to him. Michael put it to Jacob's mouth and he fell silent.

"That's my boy. All you needed was a bit of food to stop you from being grumpy." He cooed, smiling as his son looked up at him with identical eyes to his own.

"He's definitely your son." I chuckled.

"Hey." He laughed before taking the botte from      Jacob's lips.

Ashton

I walked into the nursery and turned the light on before walking towards Noah's crib.

"Morning, baby boy." I smiled down at him, causing him to stick his tiny fist into his mouth and squeal.

"Come on." I spoke as I leant in and picked him up before resting him against my chest. I walked into our bedroom and gently laid him down onto the bed before getting some clothes out for him.

"Let's get you dressed, little man." I mumbled to myself as I tried to put his first leg into the trousers, but he kicked out of it.

"No, come on, Noah, you need to be dressed, work with mummy." I sighed as I tried again. He kicked out.

"Hey, come on, stop kicking for mummy." I spoke. I sighed as I grabbed his shirt.

"Let's try this, then." I muttered, taking his arm but he wriggled out of my grip.

"Noah." I groaned.

"What's wrong, babe?" I looked up and sighed as Ashton was at the door.

"Your son isn't letting me dress him." I huffed. He chuckled and shook his head as he walked in.

"You want me to try?" he asked.

"Please." I nodded. He returned it before looking at Noah.

"Morning, buddy." He smiled as he picked up his trousers.

"Come on, let's get you dressed." He nodded as he took one of Noah's legs but he kicked out again. Ashton sighed before picking Noah up.

"Come on, my precious little man. If we want to go out today, and if you want to have some fun with mummy and daddy, you're going to have to let me dress you." He spoke, gently bopping him up and down. Noah looked up at Ashton, enchanted by the sound of his dad's voice.

"So, are we going to get dressed?" Ashton asked, making Noah squeal.

"Good boy." He chuckled as he laid him back down onto our bed. He took his leg and put it onto the trousers before putting his other leg in and pulling them up.

"Hey, I did it!" Ashton laughed.

"Yes!" I laughed before giving him a high five.