5sos imagines

How he is with your baby girl

Calum

I opened my eyes slowly to see that Calum's side of the bed was empty. I sat up and looked at the crib to see that Ella was also gone. I stood from the bed and walked out of the room in search of my husband and daughter. I gently padded down the stairs as I heard soft snores. I walked into the living room and my heart filled with joy at what I found. Calum lay across the sofa, his mouth opened slightly, sleeping with baby Ella also asleep on his bare chest. I smiled at the sight and quickly took my phone out, snapping a picture. I put my phone away and leant down, gently picking up Ella. She gurgled slightly at the gesture, but her eyes remained closed as I laid her on my shoulder.

"Delete it." Calum spoke quietly as his eyes opened. I smiled at him.

"No way. When she's sixteen and is refusing to be seen in public with you, I'm going to show her that photo." I chuckled as Calum stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"That day won't come, she loves me." He sighed.

"Ha, just wait fifteen more years, babe." I smiled at him.

"Come on, let's get her to bed, otherwise we'll regret it in the morning." He spoke, kissing my shoulder.

"I guess she got that from you." I joked as I walked up the stairs.

"Hey." Calum chuckled as he followed suit.

Luke

I stood at the doorway at the nursery, silently watching Luke and Ebony together for the first time since we left the hospital. She was lying in his outstretched arms, quietly gurgling away to the sound of her dad's voice.

"Hey baby girl. We've waited a long time for you." He whispered to her as he brought his arms up and left a kiss on her cheek. She stared at him, bringing a small hand up to his face and touching his beard before quickly taking her hand away.

"That's scruff, angel. Just a little hair on daddy's face." He cooed to her. Luke gently brought his face down to her, allowing her to feel his chin again. She put her hand up again before wailing at the contact and removing her tiny fingers.

"Don't worry, baby girl, daddy can shave if you don't like the scruff." He smiled gently at her, which she quickly returned. I quietly walked into the room and wrapped my arms around Luke's waist, making him jump slightly.

"How long have you been there?" he asked.

"Long enough to know that you're going to shave to protect your little princess from the bad scruff." I chuckled, making him smile.

"If she doesn't like it, then it goes." He grinned at her.

"You two are so sweet. My little family." I sighed in bliss as I rested my head against Luke's shoulder.

"Our little family." He smiled.

Michael

Michael stood next to the sink, gently pouring the warm water over baby Carla's small back. She giggled to herself as she whacked her tiny fists down against the water, making it go over the side of the sink, landing on Michael's flannel.

"Carla! Why did you do that, huh? You've got daddy's shirt wet now." He chuckled to her before looking at me.

"I can tell that she's going to be a trouble-maker when she grows up." He smiled at me. I returned it as I walked over to the sink.

"Yeah. Tattooed boyfriends and all." I chuckled, knowing that that would send Michael straight into dad mode.

"Ha, no boyfriends in my house." He scoffed as he continued to wash her.