The apartment sat in a comfortable silence as Ashton laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling whilst his three year old son laid beside him, tucked beneath a few covers, his head buried into a pillow as he snored quietly. Ashton loved this, he wanted to stay like this for the day, in fact, he was going to stay like that for the day, until realisation sunk in.
Today was Paxton's first day of nursery. With his luck, they were probably already late. He rolled over onto his stomach, staring at his alarm clock with tired eyes; the numbers 7:42 glowing red. For once, he had gotten up early and would have more than enough time to wake up not only Paxton but himself too.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he rolled out from beneath the sheets, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands for a moment before he finally willed himself to get up and start his day.
Light leaked in through a small gap in the curtains that Ashton hadn't quite closed properly the night previous. He took large strides towards the window, tugging the curtains open and fluttering his eyes slightly so they would adjust to the lighting.
Ashton lent his weight against the window ledge as he stared out onto the street. The sky was a marvellous blue colour and there were nearly no clouds in sight. The side walk below was already teeming with life, pedestrians rushing around to try and get to work - or school - on time. The road was busy with cars of all makes and models. When Ashton finally pulled his attention away from the window, he found that Paxton hadn't even moved in the slightest.
Ashton was beginning to worry that he wasn't going to be able to wake him up but an idea crossed his mind. He pushed himself away from the window and plodded across the floor, leaving the room silently before entering the kitchen. Ashton looked through all of the cupboards until he found exactly what he was looking; a blue box containing a pancake mix.
After what felt like forever, Ashton had finally made a successful batch of pancakes which he had carefully placed on a plate. As he placed the last pancake on the plate, he heard the faint sound of bare feet padding against the oak flooring of his apartment.
The golden haired boy looked over his shoulder at the small boy that stood before him, messy brown hair sticking up in every direction, big round hazel eyes that magnified how tired he was. Ashton smiled slightly as he watched the small child walk towards him. Once he had placed the plate on the table top, he crouched down to Paxton's level; letting him wrap his arms around his neck.
"It's my first day of nursery today, daddy," he whispered gently, staring up at him with wide eyes.
A small chuckle escaped from Ashton's lips as he gave his head a small nod, "I know, that's why we have to be quick and get ready," he watched as the little boy ran as fast he could towards the living room, disappearing through the door in a matter of seconds.
Ashton piled a few pancakes onto a plate for Paxton - not too much, but enough for him eat. He cared the plate into the living room, placing it down on the table for the small boy who was curled up on the sofa, waiting for his dad to turn on the television so he could watch Thomas the Tank Engine.
"Are you going to watch it with me, daddy?" Paxton mumbled through a mouthful of pancakes, his blue eyes staring up at the taller man who gave a discrete nod.
"Let me go get a drink, I'll be right in," with a small kiss to his son's forehead, he made his way back into the kitchen.
Ashton eventually returned, a cup of coffee held securely in his right hand as he lowered himself down onto the sofa, watching as his son sat in amusement as the television told a story about the blue train.
There were times where Ashton regretted that fateful night, and he regretted not wearing a condom but there were other times, which were a majority of the time, when he realised how truly lucky he was to have a son like Paxton. The little meant everything to him, and even though sometimes he didn't quite show it; he'd be lost without him.
After Paxton had completely finished his pancakes, Ashton glanced at his watch. He pushed himself onto his feet, placing the empty mug down on the table, wrapping his arms beneath the young boy's arms, pulling him up onto his feet, earning a string of whines.
'Its not finished' and 'I don't want to go,' we're screamed out numerous times by the young toddler, and even though it broke his heart; Ashton knew he had to take him.
"Come on bud, we need to go," he insisted, practically dragging the little boy into his bedroom, kicking the door so there were no means of escape, "you can pick your shirt."
"The tiger one," Paxton grinned instantly, imitating a roar as he jumped up onto the bed, collecting the stuffed toy from his bed, a small toy tiger that the young boy was fascinated with, "just like Tyson."
Ashton let out a groan as he nodded his head, pulling out the tiger shirt his son had requested, along with a pair of black pants and a pair of tiger print socks with a pair of small black vans to go over the top. Ashton tried to dress Paxton as best as he could, so he would look like a normal child but he almost always ended up looking like his dad.
"Can I take Tyson to nursery with me?" Paxton hummed as his dad struggled to tug the shirt over the golden haired boy. Ashton simply nodded, humming in content as he finally got the shirt onto his son's torso.
"Sure you can bud, just don't lose him," Ashton quirked an eyebrow, chuckling softly as his son gave out a genuine gasp.
"I would never lose Tyson, how dare you," Paxton pouted out his lower lip as he stared up at his dad who had successfully managed to change him into his outfit for the day.
Ashton picked his son up, grabbing the spider-man backpack from beside his bed and carrying him out into the living room. The nursery he was at would give him lunch so there was no need to make lunch - which he was thankful for.
Once he reached the entrance, he struggled to open the door. With his son occupying one hand and the other carrying his son's bag, it was almost impossible, but thankfully he managed to do it.
"Daddy, can we get ice cream?" Paxton hummed as he wrapped his arms around his dad's neck.
Ashton glanced over at his son, chuckling softly as he shook his head, "it's way too early for ice cream bud, but how about we go to the park after nursery?"
Paxton nodded his head, clapping his small hands together, "will Calum be there?"
"I'll ask him."
After the band broke up, none of them really kept in touch with each other - apart from Ashton and Calum. None of them really wanted to talk to Michael because, even though Ashton blamed himself for not helping him, it was Michael's fault the band split.