5SOS Preferences

Baby spit up (T)

Michael - You were proudly showcasing your 4 week old daughter around to Michael's loved ones. Everyone coo'ing and aww'ing over the small child as you held her neatly in your arm. Your arms started to get tired as you were sure you walked around to everyone, just as you were about to sit down, Michael smiled as he walked over to you. "Everything okay?" "She is so heavy, take her." Michael smiled, nodding as he plucked the fragile newborn from your arms. Michael softly put his daughters head on the shoulder of his striped sweater, patting her back as his other hand rested on her bum. "Where is your mum?" You asked, kissing him as he nodded his head towards the kitchen. You joined her, helping her continue food making as you heard laughter come from the living room. "Y/N?" You turned, leaving the kitchen as you saw Michael, Mackayla still on his shoulder as spit was running from her mouth onto his shirt. You sighed, grabbing a paper towel as Michael's family watched you with adoration, as you cleaned off your baby's mouth. You cleaned his shirt, kissing both of your babies as you returned to helping his mom cook.

Luke - You sighed, putting more clothes into the wash as Luke was in the living room, occupying himself with your 1 month old baby boy. Being a mother was a lot of hard work, since you were washing clothes two or three times a week and the up all nighters were finally starting to kick in on you. "You're my little butterball." Luke spoke, holding the baby over his head as he grunted in response. "You're going to be daddy's favorite child, that is if mommy wants to have any more." Luke sat down on the couch, smiling at the thought of you two having more kids as his son started to grunt heavier. "What's wrong buddy? Missing mommy? She'll be out soon." Luke held the infant in front of his face, smiling as he made a face at him. "Kaiden's a monkey pants." Luke sang, bobbing his son around just as you came out of the washroom. "Shit Y/N!" You ran to where they were, seeing your baby spit up all over Luke, it all landing on the end of his shirt and pants. You grabbed a wet wash cloth, cleaning your baby's mouth before dabbing at Luke's clothes. "Try not to turn him into superman after he just had a feeding." You said, scolding your husband as Luke only nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Ashton - Another late night, 2:36 a.m. to be exact. Ashton and you were exhausted. Having a baby a week ago and the band having interview after interview made the both of you sleep deprived. A soft cry was heard on your side of the bed, signalling your baby boy was waking up once again. Ashton sat up, seeing you waking up as he put his hand on you. "I got him." You nodded, handing Ashton the small bottle of breast milk you pumped and laid back down. Ashton yawned, seeing Daniel wanting out of his blanket as he whined louder. "Ssh, daddy's got you." Ashton said, kissing his son's head as he sat down in the chair, yawning again as he began feeding his son. Ashton finished feeding his son, putting the bottle down as he began burping his son, not even remembering to put the spit up rag on him. After the small baby burped, Ashton put him on his shoulder, before feeling something trickling down his back. "Y/N, babe?" You sat up, seeing Ashton with spit up running down his back. You stood, Ashton smiling as you only had on one of his t-shirts. "Told you about the rag." You said, getting it out of the bag as you wiped your sons face, before cleaning Ashton off.

Calum - You got out of bed, smiling at your daughter as she was sleeping soundly in the bassinet beside Calum, as he watched a football game. He kept his screams to a minimum, letting out small grunts or vulgar language every now and then, but he made sure not to wake Olivia up. "I'm gonna go take a shower." Calum nodded, his eyes never leaving the t.v. screen as you stepped into the bathroom to cleanse yourself. After nearly 10 hours in labor, you felt disgusting and to be honest all you wanted was to have a good scrub down. After washing your body and hair, you stepped out the bathroom in some comfier clothes and your hair in a towel. "It's time to get her changed." You said to Calum as he nodded, a commercial on as he wanted to take the opportunity of changing your daughter for the first time. Calum started to put her in her outfit you two bought for her, sliding her little socks on her feet as he smiled before sliding the beanie down on her head. "Perfect." He cooed, holding her over his shoulder as the game came back on, Liverpool missing a goal. "Oh come on!" You gasped, wiping your daughters mouth as the impact of Calum's scream startled her, causing her to spit up. "Calum, calm down." Calum apologized allowing you to clean him off.