Living with 5SOS

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I pout as I look up at the clock from playing with my toys. It's 2:00, and daddy still isn't home yet.

"Uncle ashy!" I whine loudly. I miss daddy.

"Yes baby, I know daddy isn't home yet. He'll be home soon." Ashton sighs from the kitchen as I hear him clanging around in the fridge.

"He was supposed to be here an hour ago!" I snap, and he raises an eyebrow as he comes into the living room, handing me a bag of snacks, with some chocolate chips and almonds and different things, hoping to distract me a bit. A pick out a chocolate chip and out it in my mouth.

"Be patient love, he's probably just stuck in traffic." My eyes widen and my lip wobbles as I run over the word in my head.

Traffic.

I remember sobbing in the waiting room and seeing Luke bruised and hooked to machines, laying helplessly in the hospital bed. I almost instantly begin crying as I worry myself. He's a whole hour late. What could've happened?

I let out a short sob, coming undone. "Uncle Ashy!" I cry out. He immediately runs into the living room, scooping me up. He bounces me gently as my breath struggles. I sob relentlessly as he tries to calm me, to no success. I try to stop my mind from picturing such horrible possibilities but it wot even slow down.

"Why don't I call daddy, baby? Hm?" I nod as I bury my head into his neck.

He carries me to the kitchen and picks up his phone, dialing Luke quickly. The seconds seem to last for hours as I wait, listening for Luke's voice. For a second, I hear a 'hello,' but quickly realize with a loud sob that it's his voice mail. After a minute ashton sighs and sets his phone down harshly.

"I know he didn't answer. But it'll be ok, sweetheart, I'm sure he'll be home in just a few minutes, and that's why he didn't answer. It's better that he doesn't talk while driving, yes?"

"I want daddy!" I cried. He whispered soothingly in my ear, in attempt to soothe my struggled breaths.

"Shhh, princess. I know, I know, daddy will be home soon." I sobbed louder as my imagination ran wild. Scenes of bloody bodies and broken windows and semi trucks tipped over on my daddy played through my mind as I sobbed.

"What if something happened?" I revealed a bit of my thoughts through my tears and gasps.

If Luke died, I'll have to kill myself. I'll just have to. I can't live without him, especially now that he's my daddy.

"Baby, baby, everything will be fine. Please calm down." He begged as I sobbed and gasped for air, my lungs feeling crushed and my throat burning. My arms and legs tingly and my whole body drowned in pain.

"D-Da-Dad-d-dy!" I cry out, my words becoming labored with my breaths.

I suddenly hear Ashton mumble something with a sigh of relief as he passes me to someone. I don't bother trying to see who, I don't care, I just want daddy. I want daddy. I suddenly breath in the smell of the person holding me and sob louder when I realize it's Luke. Thank god I don't have to kill myself. All the horrible nightmarish things wash away from my mind.

"Oh, babygirl, daddy's here, I'm sorry I'm late, princess, daddy is here, calm down love, breath, babygirl. Can you breath with me, my sweet little girl?" He bounces me gently as I cling to him, sobbing into his shirt.

"Wh-wh-why are y-you la-late?" I sob.

"I'm so sorry babygirl. They kept me long, and traffic was horrific." He sighed. "I didn't mean to scare you princess."

"Y-y-you d-didn't an-answe-ser."

"Did you call? I'm sorry, my phone didn't charge enough last night and it died on the way home." He sighs, bouncing me.

"I-I lo-love you." I mumble.

"Oh baby, I love you too. No more talking ok? Just breath." He sighed as he carried me upstairs. He took me to his room and paced around as he bounced me gently on his hip, letting me calm down. Once I was completely calm, he set me on the bed and gently removed my shirt and skirt, slipping one of his flannels over my arms and buttoning it up, and then sliding some black leggings up my legs. I breathed his scent from the flannel happily as he picked me up again and took me back downstairs. He carried me to the kitchen as I rested my head on his shoulder. He made something before carrying me into the living room with it and sitting on the couch, me in his lap. He let me lean back against his arm as I saw what he held. It was a bottle of milk. Now that I thought, about it, I was a bit hungry.

"Here babygirl, open wide." I did as told and he slipped the teeth into me mouth, as I sucked on it gently. One of the boys turned on the tv with cartoons and I let the noise and the warm, delicious milk with a hint of vanilla in it lull me to sleep.

Yay! Double update! Im such a good person, lol.