Calum

I sat in the kitchen with Jackson and Leah, feeding Leah in her high chair as Jackson ate his breakfast.

"Morning, gang." I looked up and smiled as Calum walked into the kitchen, shirtless, showing off his tattooed chest and arms.

"Morning, daddy." Jackson gave him a toothy smile.

"Morning, little man." Calum chuckled, ruffling his hair before picking Leah up and making her squeal.

"Babe, you may want to get dressed, my parents will be here in ten minutes." I sighed, making him groan.

"Why are they coming again?" he sighed.

"Because they want to see their grandkids." I chuckled.

"Yeah, but they always make comments about my tattoos and how much they hate them." He grumbled.

"Why don't grandma and grandpa like your tattoos, daddy?" Jackson asked. Calum sighed as he put Leah back into her high chair.

"Some people just don't, buddy. It's fine if you want to get them when you're older, some people just don't like them." He shrugged as he sat down.

"Can I get one now?" Jackson asked. My eyes widened as I looked at Calum to see a smirk on his lips.

"Don't you dare." I warned as he shot up and grabbed a marker pen.

"Yes, you can, my little prince." Calum laughed as he picked Jackson up and sat down before sitting Jackson on his lap.

"Calum, he's five, my parents will not be happy." I sighed.

"He wants to try it, babe, and what kind of dad would I be if I said no, especially when I am literally covered?" he laughed. I sighed and returned it slightly.

"I can't believe we're twenty-eight, married with two kids, and your favourite thing about being my husband is still pissing off my parents, like we're still teenagers." I chuckled.

"I know, it's great, isn't it?" he smirked, making me laugh as he kissed Jackson's head and started to draw on his hand in the marker pen.

Luke

Luke and I walked into the supermarket and looked around.

"Alright, where are we starting with?" Luke asked, his tattooed arms cradling Alexa.

"Veg, I guess. Take your beanie off, we're inside." I chuckled, looking at the maroon beanie sitting against Luke's head that only allowed a small curl of blond hair to be seen.

"No, I won't be punk rock if I take it off." He joked, making me laugh as he gently put Alexa into the trolley's seat.

"Come on, baby girl, you're going on an adventure with daddy." He smiled at her. She squealed in response as he pushed the trolley down an aisle. I followed behind him, picking groceries up as I went.

"Hey, watch where you're going." I looked up and my eyes widened slightly as I saw that Luke had just crashed the trolley into another one.

"Sorry, man, I didn't see you." He chuckled.

"Well then, maybe you should open your fucking eyes, pretty boy." The man spat back. My eyes widened.

"Hey, man, just calm down, I don't want any trouble." Luke spoke.

"That's because I could beat the shit out of you in an instant." The man snapped.

"Oh yeah? Do you want to test that?" Luke spat, clenching his hands into fists.

"Luke." I spoke as Alexa started to cry, prompting me to pick her up from the trolley. He looked at me and his eyes widened slightly as he saw Alexa crying. He sighed and turned back to the man.

"Look, mate, it was an accident. Now, just let me get on with my shopping, and leave me, my wife and my daughter alone." He nodded. The man scoffed before pushing his trolley and looking at me.

"You married an asshole, lady." He spat.

"No, I didn't." I shook my head, making him roll his eyes as he passed. I sighed and looked at Luke.

"Sorry." He mumbled before taking Alexa from me.

"It's okay. You protected her. You were a good dad." I nodded. He gave me a small smile before cradling Alexa, making her rest her head in his neck as her cries got quieter.

Michael

"I'll let Michael tell you about the new album, but it's going well." I smiled as I let myself and my parents into the house.

"Babe! I'm home!" I yelled as I shut the door.

"Oh, my god, babe, you'll never guess what I did to Caleb's hair-." He rushed out, holding Caleb at arms' length. I gasped as Caleb had bright blue hair. Michael's eyes widened.

"Oh, fuck, I, erm, sorry, I mean god, not...that...I didn't realise that it was the third today." Michael gulped before bringing Caleb back into his body and making him squeal.

"Did you forget that my parents were here for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"Pfft, of course I didn't forget that my mother and father-in-law were coming for dinner." Michael scoffed.

"Nice to see you, Michael." My mum chuckled as they walked into the living room, mum gently pinching Caleb's cheek as she passed, making him giggle. I bit my lip as I walked to Michael.

"Did you really forget, or did you do it to piss them off?" I chuckled.

"I honestly thought that they were coming tomorrow." He mumbled, looking down.

"Please tell me that you didn't dye our three-month-old son's hair with real dye." I sighed.

"Of course I didn't, I'm not that irresponsible. Luke found this hair dye chalk, it'll come out in one bath." He scoffed.

"In that case, do you maybe want to go give him a bath-."

"Yup." He nodded, making me chuckle as he walked up the stairs and into the bathroom with Caleb.

Ashton

I sat on the sofa, watching TV. Suddenly, I heard a scream, making my eyes widen as it was Carrie. I shot up as she ran into the room, tears running down her face.

"Aww, baby, what's wrong?" I cooed as I picked her up.

"Daddy has all of these weird drawings on him and some are really scary!" she cried. My eyes widened slightly as Ashton rushed down the stairs, panting heavily. He looked at me.

"I was getting dressed, and she saw me. She saw all of my tattoos." He gulped. I sighed.

"It was going to happen sooner or later." I spoke.

"Yeah, but now, she's scared of me. My own daughter ran away from me in fear." He choked. I sighed and looked at Carrie.

"Okay, babe, this is what's going to happen. Daddy is going to sit down with you, and he's going to show you the drawings on him, because all of them are beautiful and some, he got for you." I smiled. She returned it as she looked at him.

"Really?" she giggled.

"Really, baby girl." He nodded.

"Okay." She nodded before reaching out for him. He smiled as he gently took her from me before sitting down on the sofa with her on his lap.

"Okay. Let's start with the hands and arms." He nodded before taking off his wedding ring and showing Carrie his wedding finger.

"This, my little princess, is your mummy's tattoo. Because it means that I will always love her, and I will always be committed to her." He nodded, kissing her head and making her smile as he rolled up his sleeve.

"This is the date that your mummy found out she was pregnant with you. Because that was the day I found out that I'd be a daddy, and I felt amazing about it." He spoke, looking at her. I smiled as I looked at them, tears pricking my eyes at the sight.

"I'll show you one more. This is the date that you were born. Because I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, and as soon as I held you, I knew that I would never let anything happen to you, ever. I knew I'd protect you for the rest of your life." He nodded.

"Do you still find them scary, babe?" I asked. She shook her head, making Ashton smile and kiss her head.