Living with 5SOS

23

I woke up and almost instantly started crying when daddy wasn't by my side. I pushed the covers off myself as I rubbed my eyes win my fists.

"Daddy!" I cried. I heard feet marching up the stairs and the door opened to reveal uncle ashy.

"Daddy is in the shower baby, he'll be out in just a minute, alright?" He sighed as he went to pick me up and I pushed his hands away, crying harder now.

"Daddy! Wan daddy!" I cried. Ashton sighed.

"Daddy will be out in a few minutes. Why don't you come with uncle ashy and we can eat pancakes and watch cartoons, yeah?"he said in an excited voice. I rubbed my eyes.

"No." I said in a mean voice, sitting up and crossing my arms over my chest.

He pouted exaggeratedly as I scowled at him.

"Don't be mean, princess. Cmon, come eat breakfast with your uncles." He reached for me again and I slapped his hand away.

"Hey! No hitting, Robin." He scolded. I continued scowling. He raised his eyebrows at me. "What do you say for hitting uncle ashy?"

I ignored him and continued glaring.

"Is someone being naughty this morning?" Daddy asked as he came into his room from the bathroom, his hair wet and stuck to his forehead. He ran his hand through it as he sighed, before reaching down to pick me up.

"No." I frowned at him, pushing his hands away. He seemed surprised, but I don't want anyone touching me. They were all meanie butts. They kept scolding me and I don't like it.

"Come here, little girl." Daddy warns, raising his eyebrows. I ignore him and slide off the end of the bed, intending to walk to my room, before daddy scoops me up.

"Hey! No! Down! Down!" I yell as he carries me to my nursery. I try to push away from him and he sighs, plopping me down on the changing table so I'm facing him as I scowl at him again.

"Quit being a brat, Robin." He ordered. I huffed as I growled at him slightly. He suddenly smirked. "If you don't start being a good girl, daddy's gonna have to tickle you." He warns, smiling.

"No!" I yell, pushing his hands away from me.

"Ah ah ah, that's not being a good girl, is it?" He asks as he tickles my stomach lightly. I squeal and slap his hands away.

"No daddy!" I yell. He stops.

"Why are you in such a bad mood, little one?" He asks as he goes over to my closet and grabs a t shirt and jean shorts.

He changes me out of my pajamas and I tot he new clothes as I continuously pout at him.

"Hm?" He asks. I ignore the question and continue pouting.

"What do you want, little girl?" He raises his eyebrows. I sigh and shrug.

"Well I want you to start acting better." I whine at his request and he sighs. Again, I slap his hands away as he reaches to pick me up, which results in him slapping my bottom. I whine and start crying again. "You don't like being hit either, do you, little one?" He asks as he picks my now floppy body up. I try to push him away and he raises his eyebrows. "Last warning, little girl." He carries me downstairs where the boys are sitting on the couch playing video games.