Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 41

Luke watched out of the corner of his eye as Ashton's leg bounced up and down uncontrollably.

"Babe," Luke sighed, reaching over to place his hand on Ashton's knee. The honey-haired man's head snapped over to meet Luke's eyes and he could see the nerves that were building up behind the caramel irises.

"You need to take a breath."

"I can't, I think I'm going to throw up. Oh god, I should have brought Daisy with us, they're going to hate that I didn't. Shit, why didn't we bring her again?"

Luke grabbed Ashton's hand and intertwined their fingers, rubbing his thumb over Ashton's knuckles.

"Because with the way you're freaking out right now you would have already lost her in the crowd."

Ashton nodded, pulling his lip between his teeth.

"But what if-"

Luke sighed as he grabbed Ashton's face and turned it so that cool hazel was staring into icy blue. "Hey, stop that. Everything is going to be okay. We've planned this week out to the minute, what could possibly go wrong?"

The lie fell easily enough from Luke's lips, but even he didn't truly believe his words. He could think of at least 20 different things that could go wrong, and with his luck, at least 5 of them would.

Ashton huffed out a laugh, clearly not believing it either, and Luke watched as his boyfriend's eyes wandered over the crowd surrounding the baggage carousel.

"You don't know Maureen and Paul." Ashton scoffed, his eyes roaming before landing on something over Luke's shoulder.

"They're here. Oh god, stand up straight."

Luke laughed as Ashton began fixing the collar of his shirt and attempted to straighten out the wrinkles ingrained in Luke's teeshirt from the night it spent crumpled up on the floor before he swatted the older man away.

"God, you sound like my mother."

"Shut the fuck up, Luke they're almost here." Ashton whispered as he raised up on his tip toes and waved.

Luke rolled his eyes at the ridiculously fake smile Ashton had plastered on his face but he stood up straight regardless.

"Oh my god I'm so nervous I could piss myself right now."

Luke barked out a laugh. "You're being overdramatic, Ash."

Ashton scoffed and straightened his shoulders even more. "Am I?" He nodded his head in the direction over Luke's shoulder. Luke turned, fully expecting to tell Ashton how absurd he was being over all of this, but the words immediately died in his throat when he took in the couple walking towards them.

The older woman couldn't have been older than 65, but the wrinkles lining her forehead and framing her mouth from years of frowning made her look much older than she probably was. Luke could tell from the pinned curls and perfectly manicured nails that Maureen was the type of person to judge based on appearance, and suddenly Luke felt insecure with his slightly wrinkled t-shirt and leather jacket that did a half ass job of covering the hickeys on his neck.

Her red painted lips were twisted up as she glanced around, adjusting the silk scarf tied around her neck. Luke let his eyes wander to the man next to her, and he gulped. He was just as intimidating; a broad shouldered man with steely gray eyes that was dressed in what looked to be a Navy full dress blue uniform. Luke immediately felt himself stand up a bit straighter.

"There you are, Ashton."

The woman gave a tightlipped smile as she approached the couple, stiffly reaching out and embracing Ashton in a hug that Luke could tell neither party was completely comfortable with. The amicable look on her face dropping a bit as her eyes darted over to where Luke stood.