Baby Lashton

{sequel to Diary of A Drummer} It's one year later, Luke and Ashton are now married "happily", and they have a son, named Lashton. They couldn't decide on a name so they decided to collide their first names. Lashton Hemmings Irwin. He's for sure the cutest, sweetest child ever, but is that enough to save Luke and Ashton's relationship from jeopardy?


7. chapter 7

After two hours of listening to Ashton and Luke yelling and arguing, I grew tired of it.

I grabbed a duffle bag from my closet and stuffed some clothes in it, as well as my phone charger. I pulled on my black skinny jeans over my black boxers and slipped on a Mayday Parade shirt that Ashton had given me as a present. He said he got it when he was my age.

I opened my window and threw my bag onto my trampoline, which was conveniently positioned beneath my second story window. I climbed out and stood on the ledge, carefully closing my window before jumping and landing on my bum.

I quickly got off the trampoline and pulled out my phone to call Uncle Michael.

Yes, Michael and Calum did end up getting married and are still happy to this day. They still have the same love and passion that they had when they realized that they were in love. They're going on seventeen years strong.

But Luke and Ashton don't share the same beautiful story as Michael and Calum. Somewhere they went wrong and things got screwed, and I may or may not be talking about other people.

I clicked Uncle Mikey's contact, listening to it ring multiple times until I finally heard a voice. It was Calum.

"Hey, Uncle Calum. Um, Luke and Ashton are fighting again and I just wanted to let you know that I'm walking over." I said.

"Lashton, that's a five mile walk! Michael and I are coming to get you!" Calum said. In the background you could clearly hear Michael say, 'who are we getting? I'm taking a nap.' "Where are you?" Calum asked.

"I'm just walking around the block right now." I said, eyeing the neighborhood that surrounded me.

"Okay, I'll be there soon. Don't get in the car with strangers, don't take anything from anyone, and don't go into any bad neighborhoods where you could get shot." Calum said, referring to the neighborhood that was only one street over. Last week on the ten o'clock news they were talking about how a man shot his wife in that neighborhood and only four weeks before an eleven year old killed her six year old brother with a metal bat.

"I know Uncle Calum. I'll see you soon." I said, pulling the phone away from my ear and hanging up.

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