#dad josh

yns pov

Josh and I's little baby hazel has been babbling her head off for the past couple of months. She love to try to say every words that comes out of her family's mouth. "Come on baby, say Da-Da, Dada" Josh gives Hazel a big smile looking into her eyes. She's sitting up on his knees as he holds her by under the arms. Hazel gives him a grin with her two teeth that have come in.

I walk from the kitchen where I grabbed hazel her banana flavored popsicle I make for her snacks and sit with them on the couch. Hazel starts making grabby hands at the snack, I come close to them and cuddle into Josh and hand her the popsicle. I lean my head onto Josh's shoulder and he kisses my forehead. "I heard you trying to get her to say dada. Why have you been pushing her so hard?"

Josh sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know I'm just gone so much and with the band and the new album coming out and I just worry she won't know how much I care and love for my Hazel-baby" Josh nuzzles his nose into hazels cheek and neck. Hazel looks at me with a blank stare just gnawing on her popsicle.

I run my hand through his hair in a comforting way, trying to comfort him from his own thoughts. "Awe sugar she knows she loves you. She gets the biggest smile and lets out the loudest squeals when you come back from being gone. You're the only person she won't scream bloody murder at when she is woken up from her nap. That has got to count for something." Josh laughs and gives my cheek a kiss.

"You're right baby thank you. Just having a quick self pity moment but I'm okay now. Okay Hazy girl, Daddy's gotta finish packing for his weekend trip to Knoxville with all your silly uncles." Josh gave Hazel a squeeze and sat her down on her play mat to let her mess around. His turned to me and pecked my lips before walking to our bedroom to finish packing his duffel bag.

I get on the ground with Hazel to start playing with her. I take the popsicle stick that no longer had anything on it out of Hazels mouth. I look into her eyes and she gives me a small smile. I whisper, " Come on Haze say Dada, that would be an amazing present for when daddy gets back."

Once Josh had left, all I was doing was trying to get hazel to say dada. I was singing it in little songs I made up, saying it over and over until she was laughing super hard, and begging her to just say the simple four letter word.

Finally we made it to Monday morning and Josh was gonna be back home that night. Hazel was sitting in her highchair drinking her milk as I cut up her eggo waffle and strawberries. Once I was done, I drizzle a little bit of syrup on them and carry the plate over to Hazel. "Okay baby, you can only eat if you say Dada, say Da-Da!" Hazel looks up at me with her big brown eyes that she got from Josh. She starts moving her mouth, trying to say the letter D. "Come on baby, you got it!" Hazel looks a little frustrates as she tries. "Dddd...Da...Da. Da-da" I let out a huge gasp. "Yes baby good job! Dada!" Hazel continues to babble the word over and over the whole day. It was safe to say I was extremely excited for Josh to get home.

Once Josh is pulling into the driveway Hazel and I are standing on the porch in the cool summer night breeze while we wait for Josh to get out the car. He quickly grabs his bag from the back and starts coming toward us. "My beautiful ladies hello!" Josh comes up the porch steps and drops his bag. He cups my cheek and gives me a romantic kiss before taking Hazel from my arms. "Ugh leaving my girls is getting harder and harder. Hello Hazy, how are we doing?" Josh pecks her cheek as she squeals with a smile on her face.

They head inside and start playing on the living room floor with all her toys while I unpack Josh's bag. I've always helped with his luggage after a work trip as my way of helping with the traveling stress. Once I was done unpacking his stuff I walk to the living room to see what my little family was up to. Hazel was sitting on top of Josh's stomach as he blew little raspberries onto the bottom of her feet as she let out lots of little squeals and giggles.

I walk over and sit on the couch right in front of them. "Hazel I think it's time to show daddy what we were working while he was gone." Josh gives me a confused and looks back at Hazel. "What do you have to show me baby?" Hazel looks around with a blank face, obviously having no idea what we are talking about.

"Hazel say dada." Hazel starts moving her lips the way before you say D. Josh watches her with wide eyes. I point to josh as I get on the floor next to them. "This is Dada" Hazel looks at josh, looking like she's making the connection. "Da..Dada!" Hazel keeps saying it over and over and Josh has a teary look on his face. "That is the best gift a guy could get. Thank you." I nod and peck him on his lips.

"I didn't help her at all. She just loves her dad so much."

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I hope you all enjoy dad josh as much as I do....ugh anyways ily all <3

Josh couldn’t help but chuckle as his wife shushed the boy once more, finally pushing open the door and letting him inside. The little boy bolted over to Josh, a smile plastered on his face as excited squeals escaped him. He jumped twice, landing hard enough to shake the entire house before throwing the Barney stuffed animal he had over Josh and slammed his hands down on the bed, using the momentum from his jump to climb up on Josh. 

A pained groan escaped him as the little boy straddled Josh’ hips, settling himself on his lap. He reached over and propped his Barney up just right on the pillows, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips as he leaned forward, putting all of his weight on Josh. The smile fell off the boys face as he looked at his hands, a look of concentration engulfing his features. 

He turned them palm side up where they rested on Josh’ stomach, cupping them together - right over the left- before pulling his right hand up to his chin and slowly drawing it back to the left. 

“Good,” Josh encouraged vocalizing the sign he just used and earned himself brief eye contact with his son as he watched him. The little boy slotted his right hand into the crease of his left elbow before slowly raising his left hand up slightly. 

“Morning.” A smile spread across Josh’s’ face as his son slid his right hand back out from his elbow, fanning his fingers before bringing it to his forehead, pressing his thumb to his forehead and pulling it outwards. 

“Dad? Good morning, dad?” Josh’s’ eyes grew wide, darting over to where his wife stood, hand covering her mouth as she reveled in the moment, a curt nod her only response. 

“Good morning, peanut.” Josh cooed, smiling up at the boy whose gaze was holding Josh’s, something rare and celebrated in the Kiszka household. Josh wrapped his arms around the little boy pulling him down against his chest in a hug that caused a fit of giggles to escape the boy. 

“He was so excited to show you what we’ve been working on. He’s been trying so hard all week to string the words together.” She spoke from the door, watching as their  son cuddled up against Josh’s’ side. 

Tears welled in Josh’s eyes as he pressed a kiss to the little boys forehead, giggles erupting from him as he snuggled farther into Josh’s side. His little boy looked up at him, raising his right hand once more to create the sign for ‘dad’ and giggling as Josh pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. 

“Five years old and that’s the first time he’s called me dad.” A chuckle slipped past his lips as he realized tears were pooling in his eyes, reaching up quickly to wipe them away before he saw. 

“Better late than never.” She spoke from the doorway, turning on her heel and leaving them alone. 

“You make daddy so proud, do you know that?” He cooed, poking his finger into his sons side. He giggled as he sat up, leaning the top of his head towards Josh - his way of asking for a kiss - before hopping off the bed and bolting towards the door. He stopped short, turning back to Josh and waved, quickly bringing his hand up to sign ‘dad’ for a third time that morning. 

You and Josh had known each other for so long, it wasn’t surprising when the two of you had finally gotten together. Having been in theater with each other throughout high school, the two of you got close and the chemistry the two of you had was unmatched in the theater department. Everybody knew that the two of you would get cast as the leads in any play that dealt with the storyline surrounding love.

The two of you admitted your feelings for one another in the front seats of your car, blunt being passed between the two of you. It was the summer months before you would go to college and Josh and the boys would seriously begin to take off in their music career. You spent all summer by each other’s sides, hip to hip. Although you never put a label on your relationship, everyone knew you were together – even the fans.

Any guys who tried to pursue you in college took one look at your Instagram and noticed how often you posted about Josh and his brothers, figuring there was something between the two of you. It never bothered you – the fact that none of the boys within the college you went to wanted to be with you. In fact, it made college pretty stress free. All of your free time was spent talking to Josh on the phone, studying in your room. Although he hated FaceTime, and most things that dealt with technology, he always caved to be able to see your pretty face.

You’d FaceTime him in the campus library, hidden within the stacks so you could actually talk at a normal level, headphones plugged in so nobody could hear what was happening on the other side of the phone. You’d laugh too hard and immediately cover your mouth, hoping nobody would be around to yell at you to be quiet. He’d apologize for having to leave so abruptly, but that he hoped you’d ace your exam. Normally, you’d text him that he would, followed by Josh sending a picture of him and all of the boys – smiles wide with their thumbs up.

When he would come home from being on tour, he would visit you at school if there was no way you could leave campus. You’d drag him along to a home game, whether it be football, basketball, hockey, baseball – whatever the sport may be. You knew he didn’t like sports, wishing he’d rather be somewhere else. He would put up with it just for you, listening to you yell when the other team was winning. He’d laugh at you, not entirely understanding why you got so passionate about sports.

If you could, however, leave campus and go home, or you were on a break, you’d wind up back in your ratty old car, smoking again and talking about the things he had seen. You’d listen to him intently, watching the way his lips would move, putting a finger between your lips. He’d notice you begin to trail off in your own mind, lost within your own thoughts. He’d singsongingly speak your name, pulling you out of your daze. You’d giggle every time, apologizing and asking him to continue.

It was hard for him to. He was thinking about it almost as much as you were. One night in particular the two of you were talking about the concert atmosphere differences between the Midwest and the other regions of the country he had been to. The two of you had driven to a lake you knew that people never really went to at night, hidden behind a mess of trees. He promised that he wasn’t going to kill you, and that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. He sat on a patch of grass that had a perfect view of the lake. “I think as long as I’m on this Earth, the Midwest will always be home to me.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands. “The familiarity of it all?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just,” You could see him thinking about how to word his answer. You almost forgot to pay attention to him, getting completely distracted by the way he looked underneath the moonlight. He looked so ethereal anyways, the moonlight didn’t help. “I don’t think home for me will ever be a stationary place. I think that home, for me, will always be wherever you are.”

“Why wherever I am?” You asked, pulling your hands out from under you as you sat up straight, turning to fully face Josh. Your legs were crossed over each other, hands in your lap as you picked at the hangnails you had.

“You make me feel... things. I can’t describe it to you in words that will make sense. You make me feel the way that the Earth is still in the mornings, and everything is just peaceful and serene. It’s that stillness of the world, that’s how you make me feel. I don’t know how else to explain it to you.” He looks up at you, his arms wrapped around his knees.

When he finally looks over to you, he lowers his knees. You move closer to him, your knees brushing against his thighs. You grab his face nervously with your hands, cupping his cheeks. You look over every inch of his face, trying to find an ounce of hesitation. He gives a little nod, pushing his chin up slightly to catch your lips in a kiss.

His lips against yours are soft, hands hesitant on your hips, not went to step over a boundary that may be there. However, his hesitancy subsided the minute you slid into his lap. Your hands ran through his mangled mess of curls as they did so many times before, comfort sitting around the two of you like a blanket.

You’re flipped onto your back, arms wrapped around his neck. One of his hands follows the curves of your body, feeling the need to remember every curve, every freckle, every scar on your body. The sight in front of him was something he couldn’t even begin to explain. To him, you looked as if though you had just stepped out of heaven, so angelic, so soft, so pure.

Your body is so reactant to his touch, hips bucking up to meet his. His hands are interlaced with your own, hips grinding into yours. His lips continued to brush over yours, whispering how beautiful you were. The minute his hips still, come spills into you, it all feels surreal. The moonlight, the still nature of the wooded area, the body of the man you love next to yours as he plays with your fingers.

But then he has to leave again, and the serene feeling is pulled away. You go back to campus, one final year and then you’re done with your nursing degree, thrown right into the local hospital back home. You almost didn’t finish out the semester. After going back in the fall, the middle of September had not been particularly kind to you. Your roommate joked with you that you were pregnant.

Only it wasn’t a joke.

By the time you had begun to show, you stopped posting on social media. Not to keep it a secret from everyone, but to hide it as best you could from Josh. The two of you never spoke on how you wanted to go about things, him being on tour and you being stuck back in Michigan. You’d share pictures with your closest friends and family, Josh’s mother being particularly fond of the little tiny human growing inside of you.

He had surprised Karen and you by coming home early. You sat on the couch, hand on your stomach. Josh walks in, the other brothers following behind. He notices you instantly, but barely notices the fact that your stomach was about seven times the size it was when he left. Jake was the first to notice, coming over to you and looking down at your belly. You smiled at him, his eyes darting over to Josh. You just simply nodded.

Like the twins did, you and Jake also had this strange unspoken bond. Having been Josh’s best friend for so many years, it made perfect sense that the two of you would have your own way of speaking to each other. That’s how he had first found out about the way you felt about Josh, and aversely the way Jake felt about Jita. The two of you picked up on each other’s emotions and feelings so well, Karen joked that the two of you were supposed to be twins.

When Josh had finally gotten a real look at you, his eyes almost fell out of his head. He looked between your face and your stomach for almost a minute before getting on his knees. His hands find your stomach instantly, rubbing all over your tummy. His eyes almost fill with tears, thinking that he had missed his chance. He flinches and pulls his hand away as the baby begins to kick. “They’re just kicking you, Josh. Here.”

You hold his hand to your stomach, gasps leaving his lips as soon as the baby inside of you begins to kick at his hand. You bite at your lip, looking up around you to notice that everyone was gone. You grab his hand and lead him into the backyard, soaking up the brisk March air. You wrapped a coat around yourself, the sun misleadingly warm. The snow on the ground outside was barely white anymore, mostly muddied with dirt and leaves from the past fall time.

“Who’s baby is it?” He asked, fingers playing with your own.

“I think you know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N? I could’ve been there. I would’ve been there.”

“I didn’t want you to be.” You run your hand over your stomach, eyes focusing on the look on Josh’s face. “It would’ve been so selfish of me to ask you to stop living your dreams, Josh. You were visiting all these amazing places, seeing the world. It would’ve been foolish for you to stop touring just because we fucked up and didn’t use protection.”

“Y/N, I appreciate you for thinking of me, but it wasn’t your decision to make. I wouldn’t have stopped the tour, Y/N, I would’ve brought you with me.” You put Josh’s cheeks in your hands, bringing his face up to look at you.

“And you know that I wouldn’t have gone with you. I’m almost done with nursing school. I’ve got half a semester left and then I’m done.” You kiss his cheeks, smiling as soon as you pull yourself away from him. “We have all the time in the world to have more kids, Josh. And you can be there then, but right now it’s just not realistic. You are a fuckin’ rockstar, you need to be a rockstar. You can be Daddy when you get back home.”

“I’m not missing out on the birth of my first kid, Y/N.”

“You won’t. I won’t let you.”

“I’m still mad I missed out on so much.” You brushed your hands through his curls.

“You haven’t missed out on anything, Josh.”

“I missed out on all of your appointments.”

“They mean nothing. What matters to me is the memories you make with our child. We have years of memories to make. Nine months has got absolutely nothing on the lifetime ahead of us, Josh.”

Although Josh had gone back on tour, the week before your due date Josh flew back home. The boys had flown back at their own separate times, Josh wanted to be near you as soon as he possibly could. He made sure you never left your bed unless you had to go to the bathroom. He wanted you to be taken care of for once.

When it was finally time, your water broken on the floor, you took your time to get ready for the hospital. Josh is frantic, running around making sure that he has everything with him. You’re laughing at him, as he’s yelling at you to hurry up and get in the car. You tell him not to speed, but he’s so goddamn worried you’ll give birth in the back of his car that he doesn’t even care anymore.

“So help me, Y/N, if you fucking pop out my kid in the backseat of my car, I’m going to cry.” His hands are tight around the steering wheel. The two of you make it in time, telling the nurses who grab you from the waiting room how far apart your contractions are. You’re a champ, waddling to bed as the lower part of your body begins to hurt more this time.

“Fuck, Josh, come here and hold my hand, you fucking ass.” You swear, contraction taking all of the niceness out of you. Your grip on his hand makes him think you’re going to break him. And honestly, if you don’t, your child will. He’s trying to keep his eyes on you, helping you focus your breathing.

But as soon as he sees the head of his child peeking out of you, he can’t tear his eyes away. The sound of crying fills the room and you begin to cry as your baby is placed on your chest. He begins to cry as well, pushing kisses into your sweaty hair. You had just given life to this new being, a being that is a piece of you and him.