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Punk dad!5sos

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.