“Your son asking Kirby if he can with him in a roadie and Kirby’s heartbroken so you comfort him and then when he gets back....”
A/N: was supposed to be a blurb lol I decided to expand! (I’m clearing imagines out of my drafts this has been in there for a hot minute)
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“Daddy, why can’t I go with you?” Every time Kirby had to leave your son had to ask the question that always broke his heart. He’d be back in a day or two usually, but this time he would be gone for a couple of days, so Kirby and him spent extra time together before his departure.
“Bud, I wish but this is daddy’s job, and daddy has to go alone.” Kirby didn’t dare to look up from his tie not wanting to see his sons upset hurt look he had every time he had to go.
“It’s not fair, why can’t I go? I’m a good boy!” His lip quivering and Kirby was quick to act sitting down on the bed with his son wrapping him in a hug, “I know, you are a very good boy and daddy knows that, but daddy’s job requires him to travel. Sometimes family has to stay home.” He pushed his sons brown hair out of his face wiping the tears from his eyes with a tissue from your bed side.
“I don’t want you to go!” He sobbed, hugging Kirby one last time before you came up the stairs to break the news that he had to leave soon or he’d miss the teams flight.
“Bud, I’ll be back soon, okay? I promise I’ll call you every night I can, okay? Will you be good for mommy?” He got up off the bed handing him to you, “daddy, don’t go!”
“Honey, daddy has to go okay? He’s going to be back real soon I promise.” You squeezed your son tight against your chest pressing a kiss to your husbands lips quickly before he slipped out leaving you alone with your son.
“Daddy will be home before we know it, do you want to make cookies with mommy for when he comes back? Will that make you feel better?” You asked hearing the front door shut quietly meaning Kirby had made his way out successfully without any dramatic scenes from your son.
Kirby hated leaving, but it was his job and he had too. It wasn’t as much of a big deal when it was just you, but having a child who wanted both of his parents constant love and presence, was hard. He didn’t know how guys could do it.
“I want o make cookies, mommy.”
Your phone started ringing in the middle of making dinner, and you sent your son to bring it over to you when he saw who’s name lit up the screen, “daddy!” He shouted when the screen opened up to Kirby sitting in his hotel room.
“Hi, bud!” You heard Kirby from the other line and you turned the stove on low motioning for your son to sit down at the table setting your phone against his school binder.
“Hi!” You cheered waving to your husband, he waved back to you, “I just wanted to check in on you guys, I miss you both so much.”
“I miss you too!” Your son leaned up against the table taking up the screen getting closer to see Kirby, he had missed him like crazy, constantly asking Kirby’s whereabouts since you texted your husband on an hourly basis so you always had the details.
“I know, bud, mommy tells me all about school. Happy for you about that science project! You worked really hard on it!”
“I did! Mommy says I get to see you play on a weekday because of it!” He leaned back in the chair, you had gotten up to check on dinner leaving the two boys alone like you had been for the past couple of calls.
“A weekday? Mommy and I will have to discuss that.”
“Please! I’ve been so good! Mommy will tell you!” He begged, you brought a plate in front of your son with silverware sliding back into your seat, “he has been very good.”
“That’s amazing, hey can we talk?” He pointed at you, you got up with the phone pressing a kiss to your sons head while he devoured his meal and you went into the family room.
“Has he really been okay?”
“Yes, I swear he has. You have nothing to worry about, Kirby. He misses you though, we are going to watch you tonight.”
He smiled, you heard the feet padding against the hardwood floor, “mommy, can you help me?” You heard your son from the kitchen, you looked at your phone, “I guess I better be off, see you on television, dach. I love you.”
“I love you both so much. We will talk to more, have a goodnight.”
Those long days had gone by, Kirby kept his promise of calling every chance he could get it making his sons nights better, you watched his games too which made him feel better, but nothing better than you two wearing matching pajamas and eating the food you both would make together. You saved a bunch for Kirby when he would come back. Your sons requests.
entering the house for the first time in days Kirby closed the door quietly setting his things by the front door down making his way up the stairs to see his son opening the door slowly trying not to wake him up, but the hallway light was enough to wake him up. He heard him muttered for you, but when he opened his eyes seeing a bigger and bulkier figure than you standing in his room he knew who it was.
“Daddy!” Your son launched himself out of bed wrapping his legs around Kirby’s torso and his arms around his neck, you woke up to the excitement of your son getting up out of bed to see Kirby was home.
“Hi,” he bent down pressing a kiss to your lips, feeling his sons grip around him get tighter, “I missed you so much, buddy, you been good for mommy, yeah?”
“So good! Daddy we made you cookies, brownies, chicken, oh and mommy even made an extra fruit smoothie for you!” He rambled on while the three of you wandered into your shared room, you checked the clock seeing it was five in the morning and that’s when you decided to call off work and decide to call your son out of school for the day. You wanted to be with them since you barely ever got to see your husband and you always saw your son, but you never did family things.
“Oh wow, I’m so excited to have all the food you guys made me! I am a little hungry right now, what should I eat first?”
“Definitely the smoothie, it’s going to get bad if you don’t.” You said laying down in bed, your son snuggling close to you while Kirby got changed into his sweats not caring to put on a shirt.
“I will start with that. I will be right back, can you wait to sleep for me?” Kirby asked and without even a split second of thinking he nodded his head, your son would lie awake waiting for Kirby to get home after home games, it shouldn’t surprise you he would say yes to waiting even longer.
When you woke up it was because your son was shaking you awake to get up, “mommy, mommy,” he whispered trying not to wake his dad up but trying to grab your attention, “go back to sleep, bud, we aren’t going to school today.” You whispered those words woke Kirby up.
“Not going to school?” Your husband shot up out of bed, you giggled pulling the sheets closer to your face, when Kirby pulled them down, “no school! Let’s go!” Kirby shouted like he was still a child, his eyes lighting up excited to hear the news.
You laughed watching your son and Kirby race down the stairs while you got out of bed slowly following their loud thuds into the kitchen.
“Are you staying home from work?”
“I am.” You smiled, Kirby did too pulling out some of the leftover food you had made for him over the couple of days, Kirby smirked looking down at your son handing him a cookie for breakfast.
You rolled your eyes opening up the fridge deciding to make yourself an actual breakfast, “babe, come on, can you just eat a cookie for breakfast?” Kirby asked with a mouthful, your hand under his mouth catching the chocolate chip about to fall, “no, you freak.”
“A freak you married,” Kirby picked up his son, “and a freak you created, dach.”
