Siena, Italy (Tuesday, June 11th, 2019)

Calum sat on the girl's bed, his feet flat on the floor. His hands were folded in his lap, his thumbs tapping against each other to keep him entertained. Ashton walked around their room, trying to pack what they needed for the day. He tried not to stumble over them, because he had quite the tendency to do so. His size thirteen feet were much different than their size thirteen feet. 

Bella pulled a rainbow-striped shirt from her bag then light washed denim shorts. "What do you think, Dad?" She asked, holding the outfit in front of her tiny body. 

Cal turned his head, looking at the three-("Almost four!")-year-old. "Are your black shorts in the wash? I think those would—."

"Hey," Ash interrupted, "Let her pick out her outfits." He pointed a finger at Cal, the older boy's mom-persona coming in once more. Ashton had tendencies to switch into a typical housewife kind of personality at times. 

"She asked for my opinion!" Calum defended. 

Ashton picks up a book that laid neatly on top of their diaper bag (Ashton was proud to say the girls are officially potty trained now), he threw the item at Calum, "Turn to page 65."

Calum rolled his eyes. He made an annoyed, yet 'silly', face at Ivona before turning the pages. The quieter Hood girl giggled as she slid on a white tee shirt that was once Michael's before getting shrunk ten sizes in the wash (thanks, Luke). 

Cal turned to the right page, finding almost every word highlighted. "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"It clearly says to let them make their own decisions." Ashton was wandering in and out of the room, packing certain items in bags and bringing the girls accessories. 

"Then why aren't you letting them pack their day-bags and put on their shoes?" Calum asked, closing the book and putting it to the side. He leant forward, reaching out his hands and pulling Ivona into his lap. He tickled her, letting giggles ring through the air. 

"Daddy, I think Dad is being a meany to you," Bella called after Ashton, who was already in the bathroom grabbing a dark purple headband for Iv. 

Ash smiled at the small girl following him around their hotel suite. "Thank you, Sweetie, I noticed." He stood in front of Calum and Ivona, helping the little girl push her hair out of her face before sliding on the headband. He looked up at Cal, "We'll talk about this later." The way he said the last word sent chills down Calum's back, he knew he was in shit now.

Calum's dark brown eyes followed Ashton out of the room. He leant down to Ivona's ear, whispering a quick, "I think I'm in trouble."

Iv giggled and nodded her head ferociously, "Daddy is mad at you." He flipped her onto her back, his legs hanging over his thighs. He began tickling her stomach, causing an outburst of laughter to fly from her mouth. Calum loved to see his princess' smile and laugh. He loved their scrunched up faces, the crinkles around their beautiful, hazel eyes. 

"Calum, stop! She needs to get dressed!" Ashton half-yelled as he walked back into the room. 

Cal stopped tickling her, sitting her up before placing her on the ground. "You're no fun," he pouted. 

Ivona continued to get dressed. She slid on mini black denim jeans with holes in the knees. She was a punk rock child, quite the opposite as Bella. Bella was more precious, her own style filled with bright colors and frilly dresses. Even though they were almost opposites, they were perfect in their parents' eyes. 

Michael laid on top of Luke's bare chest, drool coming out of his mouth. Luke scrunched up his nose, pushing his husband off of his chest. He rolled out of bed, his bare feet hitting down on the wood floors. They were now in Siena, Italy. Heat was rising through their hotel, yet their air conditioning seemed to not work.

Luke slid on a pair of boxers as he started to remake their bed.

"Baby," Mike cooed, one eye open, "Come back to bed." He sniffled, obviously catching a cold. His throat was hoarse and raw, his eyes watery and red. 

"But we're in Italy, are we really gonna stay in the hotel all day?" Luke crawled on top of the sheets. He sat on top of Michael's thighs, his hands going over the dark happy trail.

"Yes," Michael responded. He placed his own hands on Luke's thighs, rubbing up and down the smooth skin. "I'm pale, I don't do well outside."

"I'll block the sun for you, like we did on our first beach date."

"I think you mean only beach date. Do you not remember how burnt I was the following days? I thought I was dying." Michael laughed at the memory. He rested his fingers just under the beginning of Luke's boxer. The younger boy had a smile on his lips, and Luke knew it was genuine by the way his green eyes sparkled. 

Luke chuckled, "Whatever. Sunblock exists for a reason." He crawled off of him, jumping to the floor once more. 

Ashton ushered his family out the hotel door, smiling as the fresh smell of the boiling hot city filled his nose. It was a beautiful city. The buildings weren't too tall as they stood in stone bricks. It was quite the opposite of their home in LA. 

Bella looked around, her hand tight in Ash's. "Why don't think speak English?"

"Well, we're on a whole different part of the world," he answered. 

"Why?"

"Because that's where Michael's tour lead us."

She asked again, "Why?"

Calum lifted up Ivona, a sequel leaving her lips as she was placed on his shoulders. Her small hands clutched onto Cal's hair as her father held her legs cautiously. 

"Because lots of people want to hear Mikey sing."

"Why?" Bella was looking up at Ashton, her eyes big with curiosity. That was something both girls had—curiosity. They're much like their parents, where they see the world a whole different way. 

"He's fairly good, am I wrong?" Ashton turned the tables, asking her a question.

"No, but why is he good?"

Ash looked back at Cal, a white flag mentally raised in surrender. Calum gave him a smile, egging him on to continue the conversation with the three-("No, I'm almost four!")-year-old. 

Michael wrapped his arms around Luke's waist. "Whatcha cookin', Baby Mama?"

"I told you to never call me that." Luke's smile lit up Michael's world like nobody else. 

Mike curled his fingers on Luke's hipbones, his chin resting on his broad shoulders. "I don't know what I'd do without you," Michael said.

"Die, probably." He flipped over the pancake, listening to it sizzle and cook. 

Michael's lips were on Luke's neck, leaving small kisses on the warm skin. "Where do you want to be in a few years?"

"Oh, that got deep fast." Luke stacked two pancakes on the dish next to the stove, but he knew he needed to make more with a diet like Michael's. "I don't know. Maybe kids, maybe not. I want you to be happy, that's really it. As long as you're happy, then I have everything I need."

Calum, Ashton, and the girls stopped at a nearby cafe, grabbing a snack then sitting in a nearby park. Bella was rested between Calum's legs, her head heavy on his chest. Ivona sat in between her two fathers, silently munching on the banana in her hand. 

"Are you two having fun traveling?" Ashton asked.

"I am, thanks for asking," Calum answered.

Ash glared at his lover, "I was talking to the girls, but okay."

"I want to hang out with Mikey," Bella said, "I like him a lot."

Calum wrapped his arms around his daughter. "I'm your favorite, right?"

She shrugged. "I don't think so."

Ashton laughed, loving his family more than anything. This was his happiness, this was his forever. 

(a/n) WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS THINK LUKE IS GONNA GET PREGNANT. CHILL. I HAVE A BETTER PLOT THAN THAT. love u