Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 1

"Daisy, please! Daisy, Pumpkin, Sweetheart, we don't have time for this right now okay?" Ashton groaned out, running his hands roughly through his already messy curls and attempting to chase down his five year old daughter who ran away from him, giggling like crazy, every time he got close. In his hands he held a small pink leotard with white tights and little pink ballet shoes that look like they could fit a doll. If Ashton wasn't in such a hurry, he would for sure be freaking out over how adorable his daughter's little ballet costume was.

"Daisy, Baby, please listen to Daddy! We really need to get going otherwise you're going to be late for class, and Miss Crystal wouldn't like that, now would she?" Ashton said as he stopped chasing his daughter and quirked up an eyebrow, holding out the leotard to his daughter who was now hiding behind the bathroom door, peeking out and giggling every time she saw her father looking back at her. Daisy's giggles quieted down as Ashton continued to stare down his toddler, silently asking her to please, please give in already.

"Okay, Daddy!" Daisy slurred, finally giving up her game of chase and bounding out from behind the door to snatch her clothes out of her father's hands. She fumbled the clothes around in her small arms and began walking towards her bedroom.

"Woah, woah, woah there Little Miss, where do you think you're going?" Ashton asked in amusement as he watched his little girl stumble her way to the direction of her bedroom.

"I get ready, Daddy! I can do it, you don't help." Daisy said with a nod as she walked into her bedroom and attempted to close the door behind her. Ashton simply laughed, wondering for the third time today how he ended up with such a sassy little girl. He simply leaned against the wall outside her bedroom door, listening to the soft 'humffs' and 'oofs' she made as she attempted to dress herself. Ever since she turned four she was adamant that she was old enough to dress herself, but that didn't stop her from getting her head stuck in the arm holes every now and then. Plus, it didn't help that ballet tights were tricky little bastards to get on. Ashton would know, he's had to help her into them enough times.

"Daisy, Pumpkin, can Daddy help you put on your costume so we're not late?" After a couple of seconds of whining, Ashton carefully nudged her bedroom door open to see his precious little girl with inside out tights and her arms through the leg holes of her leotard. Ashton couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she was before walking further into her room and taking a seat on her small purple bed, carefully minding the white tulle canopy that hung around it.

"Here baby, let's try this again, shall we?" Ashton said, a small smile dancing on his lips as he helped his daughter out of the clothes she had independently put on and put them back on her the right way.

"There we are, Sweetheart." Ashton said with a gleam of pride as he racked his hands through his daughter's unruly curls and began trying to assemble her hair into a semi-presentable bun. "All ready for class." He smiled as he tied the ribbon securely around her hair and placed a few bobby pins around her head to keep away any stray curls. Three years ago Ashton would have been completely confused and scared by the idea of bobby pins and ribbon and ballet slippers, but not anymore. After four years of the routine, Ashton was basically super mommy.

"Okay Babygirl, we have fifteen minutes before class starts, do you think we're going to make it?"

"Yes yes, Daddy!" Daisy cheered as Ashton raced around the apartment, grabbing her small leopard print jacket and helping her into it before sweeping her up into his arms and racing to the door. He made sure he had the emergency bag before he left, along with a juice box, apple slices for after class, and his book before grabbing his keys and locking the door up behind him. The studio was only a fifteen minute drive away on a busy day, so hopefully Daisy wouldn't be late and Ashton wouldn't be yelled at by Crystal for being late, again. If there was one thing Ashton Irwin was known for, it was being fashionably late.