little love

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"DADDY!"

ashton basically throws his spatula into the sink, and runs up to calums room. his poor heart was in his throat, and he was assuming something bad had happened. yet, when he ran into calums room and saw the little just sitting in the middle of the floor with a smile on his face, he frowned.

"what happened? are you okay?" ashton asks, kneeling down to look at calum.

"yeah, daddy. missed 'ou," calum says, then raises his arms. ashton feels his cheeks heat up in anger.

all he was doing was making dinner for them, and calum had to scream daddy in his 'im getting murdered' scream, and all for what? attention. ashton was pissed. he also knew to not take it out on calum because calum wasn't doing it to be bad.

unless he was and he was just good at hiding it. either way, ashton had to take many deep breaths to calm himself down, and to rid his anger.

"why dont you come downstairs with daddy and help set the table? dinner is almost ready," ashton says as he picks calum up. the little nods happily, and shoves his face into ashtons neck.

"lub 'ou!"

as soon as ashton sets calum down, he has to take a second to breathe since it suddenly felt like the air had been ripped from his lungs.

"daddy?" calum asks, immediately sensing the fact that something was off with him.

"im fine, sweetheart," ashton says, then gives calum a reassuring smile. calum just nods, and keeps his eyes on ashton.

nothing else happens as they eat dinner. ashton seems to be fine to calum, so he lets it slide. maybe ashton was just getting older and it was harder for him to carry calum a lot.

that thought alone upset calum, since he loved being carried, but he knew the day would come where he wouldn't be able to be carried anymore.

"you can go play, sweetie," ashton says, putting the dirty dishes in the sink, "im just gonna clean up."

before calum can answer, its like ashton loses his breath all over again and is doubling over.

"ashton!" calum yells, and rushes over to him, "whats going on? are you okay?"

is takes a couple seconds longer for ashton to recover, but eventually he does and he nods at calum.

"im good," ashton says breathlessly, still holding onto his chest.

"go sit down," calum demands, "i'll clean the kitchen up."

calum knows something is wrong when ashton doesn't argue. he just nods, and goes to sit on the kitchen chair. its silent between them as calum cleans the kitchen, and ashton just sits down on his chair.

as soon as calum finishes, and turns around, ashton is gasping and holding onto his chest again. panic flares in calums gut as he runs over to ashton, and kneels down in front of him.

"ashton, talk to me babe," calum says worridly, "tell me whats wrong or else im calling the first responders."

"m-my chest, its been hurting all day," ashton says, pain lacing his voice, "i-it wasn't b-bad earlier. its getting worse. my b-back hurts, and my jaw hurts, a-and my left arm is going numb."

calum quickly jumps up, and dials for help.

as a lady answers calums call, calum hears a thud behind him, and turns around to see ashton collapsed on the floor.

calum remembers screaming and crying into the phone as he kneels down next to ashton, who looked really pale.

everything goes in slow motion, but goes quick. it seems like minutes go by before the first responders are there, and rushing over to ashtons side.

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