Request: OMGG could u make a dad!Calum where he had a girl with the reader at 19 and now the little girl is 4, and when they go to tuck her in after he came back from tour and had a day of fun they just realize that their lives would never have been the same without their angel. So there's like flashbacks of when (Y/N) told Cal she was expecting, to the struggles of him being on tour while having a little girl on the other side of the world, the stress of being so young and expecting a child.
Okay I’m in love with this request... like just imagine your crush and your daughter and aGH. But that’s all I’ll say on THAT 😂 just a note-if you have fandom specific requests I still take those! Some things will be generalized (names, specific plot point from tv shows) but character’s status (celebrity, occupation ya know) and the request setting, etc. won’t change. :) request away!!
People always talked about how hard it must be to be a celebrity. How little privacy you had, how you couldn’t lead a normal life. But not once in the 17 years leading up to meeting C/N had I heard how excruciatingly painful it was to date one, however. Let alone raise a child with the man you love halfway across the world.
I sighed as I spread the blanket across my lap. Lia was in her room, choosing the book she wanted me to read to her tonight. The moment of silence was wonderful, but brief.
“Good Night book!” My daughter giggled as she climbed onto the couch next to me. I smiled at her, pulling her into my side.
As I began to read, I let my mind wander. It had been six months since we’d seen C/N last. Sure—we’d FaceTimed a few times a week, and every day Lia and I called him, but it was hard on both of us.
Management had refused to fly C/N out twice a month or for special occasions and parties, and Lia and I hated flying. It was just too much to handle, so we remained content with video chats and texting, lucky for the contact we had.
When your daughter’s father and the love of your life is in an internationally-adored band, you have to take what you can get.
Tonight, however, was one of those nights I felt like screaming for help. Between my job, caring for Lia, and taking care of the house, exhaustion had overcome my body. Emotionally and physically—I was drained.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Lia frowned, staring at me.
“Hm?” I blinked, turning to her.
I sighed, with a shake of my head, apologized and began the book again.
“Good night bed, good night stars. Good night chair and good night” —
My heart stopped, and slowly I turned around. There, in the doorway, stood C/N. He looked groggy, tired from a long trip, but a light smile played across his face.
“Daddy!” Lia screamed, jumping from the couch and into his arms.
“My beauty! Look at you, you got so big!” He whispered into the top of her head. He held her up, wrapping his arms around her small body.
Tears sprung to my eyes and I didn’t bother to wipe them away before rushing to hold my family.
C/N met my eyes and he was smiling so wide. I mirrored his grin and shut my eyes, burying my head in his shoulder.
We held each other for so long, but when Lia let out a low yawn, we separated.
“Guess it is bed time, huh beautiful?” He smoothed back her hair.
“No, I’m not tired.” She whined. With a wink, C/N tossed me a smile.
“Well, I am, baby. So maybe we should all go to bed?” I asked, rubbing her back. I yawned wide to really sell it.
Lia rubbed her eyes slowly. “Okay, Mommy.”
Within a matter of minutes, our girl was passed out in her bed and we had moved to our own room. I lay on C/N’s chest, hands wrapped tight around his waist.
He was rubbing my back under my shirt. His lips moved against my ear and though I couldn’t hear him, I could feel him mouthing words against my ear.
“I love you,” I whispered into his chest. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too, love.” He pressed a slow kiss to my lips. Like a ghost, his lips moved over mine with a concentrated pressure. He loved me—that kiss told me everything I’d ever needed to know.
It quickly became more heated, and the gentleness faded into urgency. Mad and desperate. As if he might die if he wasn’t touching me. His hands moved from my back to my waist pulling us as close as possible.
We hadn’t been like this in so long... with burning desire I pushed back, matching his strength.
His lips moved down my jaw, to my neck, to my shoulder, to my collarbone and—
A loud yawn rippled through my body, pulling me apart from him. Oh god. Here we were—finally alone with C/N and able to love him, and I was too overworked to do so.
“Tired, babe?” He raised an eyebrow, chuckling.
I frowned and pressed my face into his chest. “I’m so sorry, I just”—
“Hey, hey,” he lifted my chin up to meet his eyes. He smiled lightly, “there’s no need to apologize. You have a right to be tired. You’re working, raising Lia without me...” His smile fell into a frown as he sat there, thinking.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper as his eyes narrow. He looked in pain, as if he felt guilty.
“I’m not here for her. I’ve never been here for her.”
I could almost cry at the way his face scrunched together. He ran a hand through his hair, and my heart broke for him.
I had felt so horrible when I missed Lia’s first steps while my mom was watching her. I was tired, done with watching a young kid. I’d asked my mom to watch her—just for a night—and I’m missed her first independent steps...
But C/N had missed more than just her first steps or her first word. He missed getting to live with her and watch her personality grow. He missed her first day of preschool. God, he even missed the first time we got to see her...
I’d been sick for weeks. C/N had just left for another tour and I assumed it was my reaction to missing him. He’d only been home for a month before a press tour launched, boasting the band’s new documentary. Needless to say, we did it like rabbits for the short time he was here.
I was proud of him, but sad to see him go. And that was why I was so sick. I missed him. There was no other possibility.
But as I stood in the convenience store aisle, just paces away from the pregnancy tests, I wondered if maybe there could be another reality...
Superstar C/N’s girlfriend couldn’t be seen in public buying such things, however, so I settled with my bar of chocolate and cheesy romance novel.
Later that night, though, when my best friend stopped by with my pizza and tests, I’d learn life without C/N was about to get much, much worse.
A week later, I found myself at a free clinic, watching as our baby shifted inside of me on a monitor.
I’d cried for joy confirming I was in fact carrying his baby, but as I realized what this meant for us—I couldn’t help but let a few solemn tears go. He couldn’t be there for the bulk of my pregnancy, nor most of our child’s life.
And what if he wanted me to end the pregnancy? Watching the tiny figure move on the screen, I knew I couldn’t do that.
“Sh, sh.” I traced his jaw with a light finger. “Don’t say that.”
“No, Y/N.” He sat up, gently pushing me off of him. “I’m supposed to be her father. Instead I’m... I’m like some uncle that comes into town, gives her a gift, then takes off again.” C/N ran a hand through his hair. “God, and-and then I leave you to raise her on your own.” He met my eyes for just a second before dropping them back to his lap.
C/N had always had a habit of getting caught in his thoughts. The problem with that? It was only when he was hurt or guilty. I knew he was drowning in lies right now—about how he wasn’t enough, how he was somehow hurting our daughter. That he was selfish—not ready for this. He narrowed his eyes as he focused on the pattern of our comforter, whispering silent words to himself.
“Baby, look at me.” He didn’t move his gaze. His lips, however, had stalled to a rest. “C/N look at me.”
This time, he followed. His eyes were watery and his voice trembled as he whispered a soft apology.
“Don’t apologize.” I grabbed his hand in mine and stroked small circles in his palm. His tension faded, but I knew he needed more. “Do you know how much that little girl loves you? How much I love you?”
C/N shook his head. “That’s not the”—
“No, it is the point. Baby, we love you. So, so much. And it hurts to see you think you’re not doing enough for us. You provide for us, you make the time for us out of your busy schedule, you beg your managers to come home and surprise us for God’s sake!” I chuckled a little but he dropped his eyes again. With a sigh, I continued. “Do you remember when I told you about Lia? What you told me?”
It was two days after I’d visited the doctor, and I paced around my bed. On top lay my phone. The phone I was about to use to tell C/N about our child. The child we hadn’t planned. The child he might not want.
With a sigh, I fell back against the pillows and tried to massage away the migraine pressing against my skull. To the chagrin of my splitting head, my phone rang. And to add insult to injury, C/N was the one calling.
“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone.
“Y/N, hey!” My boyfriend answered. I could hear the smile in his voice, and it was enough to lift my spirits. Until I remembered how somber the conversation was about to turn.
I shifted to sit up against my headboard. “Why’d you call?”
Pause. “I missed you... is that all right? I know it’s kinda late over there, but we’ve been non-stop recently. I’m sorry, if it’s”—
“No, no you’re fine.” I cleared my throat and desperately tried to prepare myself for what was to come. “Look, C/N we need to talk.”
His voice had changed so drastically from when I’d picked up, and I wanted to do anything to change his mood. But I had to tell him about the baby. Whether it made him happy or not.
“I’ve been sick recently, and”—
“You’re sick? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
I suppressed a pleased smile at how much he cared. “Well, I thought it was just a stomach bug, but it’s something more than that”—
C/N interrupted me again. “Babe, do you need me to come home? Because I’ll pull some strings, whatever it takes, Okay?”
“Will you please let me speak?” I chuckled.
“Thank you,” I sighed, “C/N, I’m pregnant.”
There was no sound coming through the line, and I’d thought he had hung up. My breathing grew heavier as I pulled the phone from my ear. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me.
I pulled my phone back to my ear, frantic. “Yes,” I breathed out.
“Oh my god angel, that’s amazing!”
It took a moment for me to process what I’d just heard. “What?”
“We’re gonna be parents.”
Again I could practically see C/N’s wide smile. Almost feel him hugging me.
Tears budded my eyes but I didn’t bother wiping them away. For the first time since I’d seen the sonogram, I was crying because I was happy. “Yeah. We’re gonna be parents.”
“You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.”
We sat for a while, just laughing and crying. Of all the ways this could have turned out, I had tried to avoid dreaming of C/N being happy and excited for the baby. But now I knew how stupid that was.
He and I loved each other. We’d already made plans for our future, when he would take a break from the band and focus on building our life together.
This baby was just a little early, but nothing could keep us from loving it.
“Y/N?” C/N asked towards the end of the call.
“I have a promise for you.”
He’d sombered up—not sad or angry or frustrated, but he spoke with more precise words. Whatever he was about to say, he did not take lightly. “I promise to love you and our child—and all future children—as much as one person can. No matter where I am or what’s going on, I’ll make time for my family. If I’m on tour, I will quite literally take a break from a concert to read a bedtime story to our baby.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a little extreme, babe.”
But C/N didn’t chuckle. “Not for my family, it isn’t.”
C/N nodded. “I remember that night.” A faint smile spread across his face. “The boys were so happy after I told them.”
“You promised me that you would do anything for us. And guess what, you have.” I brushed a stray tear from his cheek. He leaned into my touch for just a second, but then pulled back with a sigh.
“No, I haven’t. God, it was a struggle just to get management to let me come for a weekend.”
“But you still came, C/N. That’s the point. You’re doing everything you can to balance your dream and your family. I could never ask for more.”
“That’s the thing, Y/N. You two are my dream.” And C/N pressed a light kiss to my lips before pulling away. “But let’s just sleep now, okay? I’ll make a call tomorrow morning. Maybe I can work something better out.”
And with another kiss, we fell asleep together.
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