5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

How he deals with your child crying

Credit to tumblr (5sos-scribbles)

A S H T O N ➸

As soon as he heard those little cries coming from the bedroom next door, Ash pressed a brief kiss to your forehead and told you that he'd go and see what was wrong.

Stepping into you four year old daughter's room, he moved over towards her bed before dropping down to his knees. Your daughter's tear stained face looked up at her daddy and he melted.

"I had a bad dream," she mumbled and Ashton moved one hand to smooth back any wayward strands of hair.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked.

"Melissa went missing and I couldn't find her," she sniffled, referring to her favourite dolly. She rubbed her nose with one chubby hand.

"I'm sure Melissa is exactly where you left her," he said reassuringly.

"Could we check?"

Without waiting for an answer, the little girl wriggled out from underneath the covers and ran over to the toy chest. In a few moments, she came back, two dolls clutched in her grasp. She handed one to Ashton.

"Found her," she smiled, "But I think we should play with her just to make sure she's ok."

Of course, Ash couldn't say no to his little girl and so when you woke up a few hours later to find the other side of the bed still empty, you peeked into you daughter's room and found your two favourite people cuddled up on the bed, fast asleep.

C A L U M ➸

You were watching television with your husband, Calum, when your seven year old son came out from his bedroom where he had been playing, tears running rapidly down his cheeks.

Sitting up, you beckoned him over to the sofa you were sitting on. When he was within reaching distance, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug.

"What's wrong?" you asked, kissing his cheek. Calum leant forward and braced his elbows on his knees.

"I hurt my knee," your son cried, pointing at a faint bruise already forming.

"Do you want Mommy to get you a cold towel?"

He nodded, tears still falling and cries still being emitted. You stroked his head before standing up and making your way to the kitchen.

Calum hated to see his baby cry so lifted him up under the arms and set him on his lap. Cuddling the small boy in his embrace, he wiped away the tear tracks running down his chubby face.

"You know the rules," Cal started, "You can't cry when you have cuddles with Daddy, or you get tickled!"

He attacked the boys sides, a wide smile on his face as he heard giggles. When the waterworks were finally turned off, Calum asked, "How did you of it then, bud?"

With a sheepish smile, your son replied, "I tripped over my soccer ball again."

Calum shook his head, laughter in his eyes, glad to see that he'd cheered up his little boy.

L U K E ➸

As new parents, you and Luke had decided from the start that you'd split the amount of time you had to get up at night. You were the proud new owners of a beautiful baby girl and you were amazed at how well Luke had adapted to being a father.

It wasn't long after you had just crawled into bed after a midnight feeding that your precious bundle of joy began screaming at the top of her little lungs. You sighed, going to get up again but Luke beat you to it, telling you to go back to sleep.

He made his way into your daughter's nursery to find her wiggling about in that way babies do, eyes scrunched up and mouth open in a cry. Luke made his way over the crib and lifted her gently into his arms. Knowing she couldn't be hungry, he checked her nappy to find it dry.

"You're just being fussy, aren't you?" he mumbled, making sure that he was holding her correctly.

After a couple of heartbeats, the cries stopped and the baby snuggled deeper into her daddy's arms. Her big blue eyes, the exact same shade as his, peered up at his face.

With a smile, Luke slowly walked her over to the rocking chair, that you had insisted on having, in the corner of the room. He settled in and began to rock the sleepy baby in his arms. Luke began to quietly hum 'Wrapped Around Your Finger' as she fell asleep and he knew that that was exactly where he was.

M I C H A E L ➸

As you had to work, Michael had taken your son to the local playground for the afternoon so he'd use up some of his energy before bedtime.

Mikey sat on one of the benches, phone in his hand and occasionally glancing up to keep an eye on his son. He looked down for what seemed like one second and the sound of crying came from the area the boy had been playing in.

He came running over to his daddy, arms outstretched, face red and tear tracks over his cheeks. Michael rushed over and dropped to his knees, resting his hands on the boys small shoulders.

"What? What happened?" he asked, scared that there was something seriously wrong.

"I hit my knee on the climbing frame," the boy muttered, wiping furiously at his eyes. Mikey knew how much your son hated to be caught crying so tried not to make a big deal about it.

He gently gave the injured knee a rub and said, "All better, right?"

Your son nodded, taking deep breaths to stop his tears. Deciding that he needed to take his mind of it, Michael stood up and said, "Well, how's about an ice cream?"

Nodding enthusiastically, father and son made their way over to the ice cream truck.

Later that day, when you were told the story of how your big brave boy barely cried, it made you smile to know that Michael always knew what to do when your son was upset

Last post till Saturday.

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