One Direction Preferences.

Preference #68: Your Daughter Is Jealous Of The New Baby *Part Two*

Calum: Ainsley walked up to her room, picking one of her many stuffed animals off of the floor and hugged it close to her as tears filled her brown eyes. She sniffled and climbed into her bed, snuggling herself under the covers before pulling her teddy close to her. She laid there, tears falling from her eyes more quickly than she could wipe them. She had been replaced, Nobody loved her anymore. She coughed and wiped her eyes, she buried her face into her teddy and slowly fell asleep.        A few hours later, she heard her name being called. "Ainsley! Time for dinner!" Calum called to her. Ainsley flicked her brown eyes open and shook her head. There was no way in hell she was coming down.

  *Calum's POV.*                              

           I sighed and called Ainsley's name for what seemed like the millionth time. She was probably sleeping. Ainsley had been distant for the past few months or so, and Y/N and I couldn't figure out why. She always loved being around us, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit hurt by it.     I walked up to Ainsley's room and lifted her up, "Baby? It's time for dinner!" I said with a small smile. "Let's go eat!" Ainsley climbed out of my arms and shook her head, "Ains? What's wrong?" I asked with a pout. "Leave!" She shouted. My eyes grew wide once Ainsley rose her voice, What the hell came over her..?  "Ainsley Jade. What's wrong?" I asked, crouching down beside her. " You love that dumb baby more than me!" She immediately started to cry. Then it all clicked together. Ainsley was jealous of Hadley..

Ashton:

                                                *Ashton's POV* 

    I made Ana sit in the corner far longer than I usually would. Simply because I felt like we both needed time to cool down. I was getting tired of AnaClaire acting up all the time. She never used to throw tantrums like this. Ever. It all started once Grayson and Luke were born, She began acting up more and more. Taking their blankets, hitting them, Even hitting her mom and I.

After thirty minutes of her sitting in the corner, I got up, walking over to her. "Sweetheart..?" I whispered, sitting beside her. Ana wiped her eyes and turned away, crossing her arms. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Ana, Do you know why you'e in trouble?" I asked.

Ana turned to face me and huffed, "Because you love those tupid babies more than me! I thought I was your baby!" She says, tears filing her hazel eyes once more. 

Michael: "Declan! Aurora!" Lilah heard your father exlaim. Declan and Aurora were the two little devils who pushed her out of the Clifford family. Lilah felt as if her father would come see her first. Once again, she was wrong. Lilah sighed and pushed her blonde curls out of her face and picked her coloring books and crayons up and climbed into her closet and colored. That's where she stayed for hours and hours.

*Michael's POV* 

   "Where's Lilah? She's usually the first one to come see me once I'm back." I say with a small pout as I handed my wife Declan. "I dunno.. She's been spending a lot of time at your Mum's." Olivia, My wife, admitted. I furrowed my eyebrows and rocked Aurora, "What do you mean..?" I ask. "I think it's the twins.. Lilah rarely comes down for dinner when I call her.. She doesn't wanna be here. Ever. Its either she misses you, Or she's jealous of the twins." Olivia sighed. 

 Either way, Lilah was hurt. And I was too stupid to see it.  Fuck, I knew this would happen. I knew I was a bad Dad. I knew the tour was gonna be too much. I knew I should have talked to Lilah more. I knew I should have skyped her while I was gone.

Luke: *Luke's POV*

  "Brooke.." I whispered, handing the baby over to my my Mum. Once the baby was placed into her arms, Brooklyn pulled away and climbed up onto a chair on the other side of the room. "Brooke.. Daddy missed you." I said, holding my arms open. "Can I have a hug?" I asked. Brooklyn shook her head rapidly and crossed her arms over her chest. I sighed and climbed out of the bed, I wanted to know why Brooke hated me so much.

        I walked over to her and picked her up, setting her on my hip. "Stop it!" She shouted and tried climbing out of my arms. "Brooklyn Hemmings, stop yelling." I said, leaving the hospital room. I brought her down to the cafeteria and got her an ice cream cone before bringing her outside. I sat her on a bench and wiped her face with a napkin.

      "Brooke." I started off, "Can you tell me why you don't like Mummy and Daddy anymore..?" Brooklyn shook her head and turned away, "You don't like me anymore." She says, taking a bite of her ice cream. "What? Why would you think that..?" How could Brooke ever think her Mum and I didn't like her? I was wild until Brooke was born. She made me stop acting like such an.. Ass. I stopped treating girls like they were something to play with. I don't party anymore, I don't swear that much anymore, and I think things through before I do them. How could she possibly think I didn't like her?  "All you and Mummy ever do is talk about the stupid baby! You no love me anymore!" She threw her ice cream and busted into tears. "No, No, No. Brooke.. Shh.." I said, pulling her into my arms.

   ~Sherie xx