#ashton5secondsofsummer

Happy Father’s Day

Today gave me reason to be nervous. Its father’s day and Ashton and I are spending it with our families and the rest of the boys and their families. So a heap of us were crammed into our place that we bought a year ago and I was nervous, I didn’t know how Ash would react to my news.

Walking back down the stairs with 2 boxes in my hand, one slightly bigger than the other, but the smaller box felt like it held the world. Walking into my small kitchen I saw my mum, talking to the other mums and I smiled at their confused looks.

“Sweetheart, did you get dad two presents?” Mum asked handing me a glass of wine.

“No I didn’t.” I looked at her hand. “And no thank you. I’m fine.”

“Did you just turn down wine?” Anne-Marie asked confused.

“Yeah. Hands are kinda full.” I played off and started walking towards the back patio where the boys sat. “Come on, you guys have to witness this.”

All the men sat together around a massive table, food and empty beer bottles scattering the entire thing. Smiling at Ashton I sat down next to him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Aw, did you get me two presents sweetheart?” My dad asked, catching everyone’s attention.

“Nope.” I popped the ‘P’, handing my dad the bigger present. “That one’s for you.”

“What is it?” He asked as he held it.

“Open it and find out.” I said sarcastically which caused him to roll his eyes as he opened the box.

As he ripped off the paper I started to really sweat. The smaller box in my lap was weighing me down and I was panicking. My dad smiled at the box of treasures that had become tradition in our family. Find a box and fill it with everything that reminds you of the person for that year, it was something I started when I was like 7.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He tipped his head to me smiling. “But what’s in the other box?”

“Um…” lifting the squared box as I blew out a deep breath I moved it towards Ashton who sat next to me, arm behind my back. “Happy father’s day.”

“Babe,” Ashton laughed confused. “I’m not a father. It doesn’t count.”

He placed his half-filled beer on the table as he took the box anyway. That lightened the load of the box a little, having him take it from my clammy hands.

“Just open it okay.” I smiled at him.

Shrugging and giving a laugh he started to unwrap the box. Opening the lid of the white box he was met with pink and blue tissue paper. Confused as ever he started to dig into the box and moving his big hands out with a small plush turtle with a green ribbon around him with a note attached to it saying;                                                            Hi…                                         My name’s Tadpole…             I hope me and you’re Tadpole can be the best of friends.

To say Ashton was confused was beyond anything. Giving a nervous laugh I took them off him and sat them in front of him on the table.

“Keep going.” I pointed towards the box.

Shaking his head and pulled a bit more tissue paper out before he found it and stopped; his breath catching.

“Y/N?” Ashton kept his eyes down at the content in the box. “Is this...?”

“Yep.” I smiled. “Next father’s day, I just hope you’re a little more excited for the three of us to celebrate.”

“Holy shit.” Ashton breathed out and looked up at me.

“Oh god you’re crying.” Michael said. “Dude, that’s not punk rock.”

“Shut up.” Ashton weakly said, tears falling as he picked up the small picture. “Shit… I’m gonna be a dad.” Ashton whispered to me.

“What did you just say?” My dad’s voice cut the moment between Ash and i.

Drawing our attention back to everyone at the table they all looked confused, like they’d been told something they couldn’t believe they just heard. Ashton just laughed, loudly and pulled me onto his lap, placing one of his big hands onto my stomach which held a tiny bump that had been forming.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” Ash said in-between laugher.

“And I’m gonna be a … grandfather.” My dad now looked a bit freaked out. “No, I’m too young to be called a grandfather.”

But nobody cared, my mother and Anne-Marie were crying, coming over to give us kisses and hugs, but Ashton refused to let me go. His warm hand never leaving my stomach.

“I’m gonna be a dad.” He whispered again as everyone congratulated us.

“Happy father’s day, Ashton.” I stood on my toes and kissed him.