The pack-frences and imagines (requests are closed)

Him as a father pt 1

Note:
sorry if you name is the name of your kid 🌚 you can rename them... 😂

Preston
One boy: Frank (9), one girl: Charlotte (5)
"I can believe he'd do this." Preston mumbles pacing around the principle's office. You both were called by Frank's school principle saying she needed to talk to you, and well, Preston thought of the worst.

"Just because we were called her doesn't mean he did anything bad." You stand up placing a hand on his shoulder trying to consul him. He sighs before sitting in the seat next to the one you originally sat in. "Frank is a good kid. I don't think he did anything wrong."

"You're probably right," he states squeezing your hand. "I'm just nervous. You know me." He light heartedly laughs making you smile as you continue to wait for the principle to walk in.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Aresment. I'm Mrs. Letterman and I'd like to talk to you about your son Frank. He's a good boy, but today he got in a fight." You immediately notice Preston's face tighten and you squeeze his hand, but you yourself were surprised of the news about your usually well behaved son. "I talked to him, the person he fought, and the witness and I came up with two different stories. Your son said he was defending his friend who was the witness. The witness said the person he fought was bullying him and Frank tried to reason with him, but punches were thrown and now he has a black eye. The victim said otherwise."

"Our son has never lied at least of what we know. He is a well behaved boy and does everything we tell him. He would not just go up to a person and punch them without a reasonable reason." You explain earning a supporting nod from Preston.

"Okay well I'll look over this, but for know you son is suspended and I will call when I reach a verdict." She was talking in such a formal manner you thought you guys belonged on like Judge Judy or something.

You all leave her office and see Frank sitting in a chair swinging his legs looking down. When the door closes he looks up and see you both showing you his red, puffy, and wet cheeks. "I didn't do anything. I didn't mean to I swear." He runs up to you guys and hugs you both tightly.

"It's okay, Frank." You smile rubbing his head. "Well talk about this later." You kiss the top of his head as he cries into your shirt afraid of punishment. He was always that one kid that tried to please you both no matter what.
"Right now let's just go home. Okay?" Preston suggests messing up his hair. Frank nods with a small smile and you both walk out of the school.

Jerome
One girl: Camille (Cami) (15)
"Mom?" You hear Cami sniff from the other end of the line as if she'd been crying. She went out for the Fall dance so you were confused about why she was crying.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" You ask her, concerned.
"H- He cheated on me, M-mom." She sobs into the phone.
"Shh. It'll be okay. I'm on my way." Regan, her boyfriend, had picked her up so you knew she needed a ride home.

"Th- thank you. Please don't t-tell dad. I don't want him to o-verreact."
"I won't. I love you and I'm on my way." She mumbles a small "thank you" before you hang up and grab the keys.

"Where you going?" Jerome asking walking in. You curse under you breathe.
"Out. Don't worry about it, sweetheart." You kiss his cheek hoping he'll drop it, but him being him you know he probably won't.
"Can I come with?" He asks making your heart jump to your throat. If you say no hell get suspicious. If you say yes you know he'll blow up about his baby girl getting dumped. Cami was always a daddy's girl.

"I don't think that a good idea..." you try to tell him but he doesn't listen.
"I'll let you drive since you know what we're doing." You groan knowing he get off your tail now. Quickly, you text Cami telling her that Jerome won't get off her case and that he's coming. This won't turn out well. You drive to the school seeing Cami sit on a bench outside the main halls and roll down the window.

"The princess's royal carriage has arrived." You yell. Her head looks up and she wipes under her eyes and she gets up walking over. She looked like she had been crying for hours.
"What happened?" Jerome whispers to you, but you pretend not to hear keeping you eye on your daughter trudging over to the car.

"H- Hey dad." Cami mumbles keeping her head down as she climbs into the back seat.
"Are you okay sweetie?" He asks looking back. She nods trying to making it seem like she was but you could easily tell she wasn't and so could Jerome but he dropped it.

Soon you all get home and Cami immediately rushes up stairs hiding her messed up mascara. Jerome looks at me with sad eyes and you just sigh, and give in explaining it to him. Everything. "Should I go talk to her?" He asks and you nod.
"But don't rush it. Be soft." He nods and walks up the stairs.

Cami's POV
I sat on my bed crying against my pillow hoping dad didn't hear me. Dang it mom. Why did you have to bring him along. "Cami?" I hear a soft knock on the door, but I don't respond. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Dad calls out and I shake my head quickly realizing he can't see me.

"No." I mumble into my pillow hoping he understood. Sure, I didn't really want to hear him rambling on about how he was going to kill him, but I needed a shoulder to cry on.

"Can I come in?" I hear him ask and he opens the door slightly so he can see me, but he doesn't actually come in. I nod and feel a hand on my shoulder and my bed droop down. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks in a soft tone. I sigh in response and start to talk about how happy we were until I left to get some punch and came back to find him grinding against some girl I didn't recognize. He didn't seemed surprised, instead he kept his eyebrows knitted and nodded at me when I faltered encouraging me to go on.

After I finish he hugs me tight and I cry into his shirt. "It hurts so bad." I sob into his shirt and he just reassuringly rubs my back.
"I know sweetheart. I know. But he's just one fish in the sea..." I see him smile more to himself and nod. "Fish fish fish." He laughs and I smile as he drifts for a second thinking about his old career and friends. (I saw the chance and I took it)

"Why are most men buttholes?" I ask wiping my eyes smearing my makeup more probably.
"You just have to find the right one. Not all of us are too bad." He explains and I nod. "You want some ice cream?" He asks and I nod. Ice cream was like our food. We would always go behind her back and go to the ice cream parlor to get a cone since she didn't exactly approve of us eating it almost everyday.

Mitch
(During labor with your first)
"Push!" The doctor shouts one last time. You let out one last scream before you hear faint crying making you smile. Mitch gives you a grateful smile wiping the sweat off your forehead. "Would you like to hold your new baby boy?" The doctor asks making Mitch smirk. You both decided to keep it a secret and had a bet on what it would be and he said it would be a boy.

You nod and they hand you the blanket wrapped bundle of joy you two both share. "That's our creation." Mitch mumbles making you smile.
"Do you guys have a name-" He's cut off by one of your screams signaling another baby is coming.

They immediately spring into action preparing for another baby. After a few agonizing minutes you hear yet another soft crying. You look at Mitch who's ajared lips curve up slightly. "We had twins. You hear that bud?" He asks looking down at the small body wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms pecking his head. "You already have a sibling." You give a weak smile at how gentle he is being with your son breathing deeply hoping its over.

"It's a boy." The doctor states smiling and handing the baby to you. "Do you guys have any names?"

-a few days later-

"You got any names?" You ask Mitch who was holding baby #1 while you were holding baby #2.
"What about Chip-"
"We are not naming them Chip and Dale." You state with a laugh making him laugh.

"But Chip fits him so well. I bet Dale will suit him." You roll your eyes making him laugh but then make a serious face. "What about Henry?" He asks making you smile.
"That's a beautiful name." You state making him smile.
"What are you naming yours?" He asks making you ponder names throughout your head.

"What about Daniel? Or Danny?" (*thinks of Dan and Phil*)
"I think that suits him." Mitch says making you smile. "Hey Henry. Hey Danny. We're your guy's new parents." Mitch states making you smile and you notice small smiles appear on your son's faces.