It's too late to go,
                          
Already taken me forever just to try to know.
                          
One fore the money, two for the show,
                          
Three to get ready, and four to go.
                          
For the life of me,
                          
I don't know why it took me so long to see"
                          
"Hey guys!" Ashton says with a giggle, snapping me back to life. Pulling a headphone out of my ear, I'm about to ask Ashton what the fuck he was going until he continues. "Just wanted to remind you guys how much we love all you beautiful babes" he says, smiling up at his phone that he had held out in front of him.
                          
"Ash?" I mumble, tugging the other headphone out and pulling myself to a sitting position.
                          
"Over the past few years I've done some bad things that I thought was going to ruin everything involving the band" he continues.
                          
I watch him as I stand up and move closer to him- without moving into the view of the camera because I'm shirtless and it will most likely distract everyone from Ashton's important message.
                          
"I honestly thought you would all leave... But you didn't and I don't think you understand how much I love you guys for that" he says, tearing up towards the end.
                          
"Ash" I say softly, moving so I am behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and rest my chin on his shoulder.
                          
"Again, we love you guys! Oh, and happy birthday Jacey" Ashton says, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
                          
"What he said" I mumble, smiling up at the camera. "Got to go guys, love you, Byyyeee!" I say, shooting the camera a toothy grin before reaching forward to end the video.
                          
"Bye!" Ashton shouts and gives me a kiss on the cheek before I manage to hit end. Ashton giggles and starts typing a caption for the video as I just watch over his shoulder.
                          
"Right, now let's do something else" I say, smirking as I pull Ashton towards the bed after he locks his phone.
                          
*Luke's P.O.V*
                          
"A hand upon my forehead, the joking and the laugh.
                          
Waking up in your arms, a place to call my own.
                          
This is all I ever wanted in life, this is all I ever wanted in life.
                          
This is all I ever wanted in life." I sing quietly, trying to fall asleep.
                          
Michael shifts slightly in my arms and- for a moment- I fear I had woken him up. But when I look down at him, his face is still pressed against my chest, the smallest smile plastered on his face, and I can just hear the sound of his soft snoring.
                          
I smile softly at Michael before staring up at the roof, wishing I could fall asleep faster.
                          
Today was great- no- today was perfect. Jace, my beautiful baby boy, made both Michael & I two of the most proudest parents ever.
                          
After getting Jace's ears pierced and dying his fringe, we asked him if there was anything else he wanted for his birthday. His face lit up as he replied with "I want girly clothes, like Hazel".
                          
Okay, so at first we were a bit taken aback by it. We asked why he wanted girly clothes and his reply was as simple as anything, he just felt right dressing like a girl.
                          
But he then explained to us that he was a little confused, because we had taught him about it being okay if you feel like you should be the opposite gender, but we never explained that it was okay to be both.
                          
At first he was confused as to why he felt both wrong and right about being labeled a boy and the same about being labeled a girl.
                          
So Michael & I explained the whole 'genderqueer' thing to him and he eventually came to the decision that he was pangender. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I was so bloody proud of my baby.
                          
We took Jace straight to get as much girls clothes as he felt he needed and I swear I've never seen him look so happy.
                          
We also decided to ask him if he knew wether he was into guys or girls and without missing a beat, he replied "Both".
                          
Anyway, so obviously, the morons of the world weren't too happy about Jace's decisions and labeled Michael & I 'bad parents' but I couldn't give two shits, my baby is 7-years-old and has more of a grasp on the whole concept of life & love than all of those morons behind their computer screens.
                          
Even though- being diagnosed with ADHD- he can be a handful to control sometimes, he can also be so thoughtful and carefree, and do you think he gives a damn about what the haters think? Not at fucking all.
                          
I don't think Michael & I failed as parents, I think we are doing a perfect fucking job at raising our kids right.
                          
I yawn and glance over at the digital clock on the beside table: 3:14am.
                          
I clothes my eyes and start humming softly, trying once again to fall asleep.