I was fascinated by her French accent. Actually, I still love listening to her talk. They talked the entire time. When the flight was over, Dad walked away with her number and a date for the next weekend.
They married about six months later. Perry was born nine months, to the day, after that. Things had moved pretty fast. Angela was more of a mother to me from the start than mine ever was. We're all very close now. Every now and then, I catch myself calling her Mom.
When Louis and Perry saw me, they both came running over, well Louis wobbled. "Ash!" They both cried, flinging themselves into my arms.
"What are you two sillies doing up?" I asked, walking us all into the living room where Dad and Angela were watching TV tiredly.
"Momma let us sleep a long time.” Perry explained.
I glanced at Angela, who sighed. "I accidentally fell asleep at nap time too, missing the one hour maximum by about three.” I laughed. A four hour nap in the middle of the day made for two very awake little guys.
I crouched down to them. "I'll tell you what. If you guys go upstairs and get ready, I'll read you stories until we're all sleepy.” They loved when I read them stories. I wasn't surprised when they both raced up the steps. Perry stayed behind Louis, making sure he didn't fall.
I sat beside Dad. "Hello.” I said sweetly.
"Oh god, what is it?" He asked, knowing I only pulled the sweet voice thing when I wanted something.
"Can I have three tickets to the game tomorrow?" I asked.
He looked away from the TV, giving me a raised eyebrow. "You want three tickets to the game? You never come to games.” He said, stating the obvious.
I blushed a little. "Yeah, I know that. Andy asked me to go. I invited Lindsey and Bryan to join me.” I explained. He smirked and I knew I was about to be teased.
"So your Dad asks you and you're too busy. The second your boyfriend does it, you're ready to go?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't even say it like that, and he's not my boyfriend.” I groaned.
"He's not?" He asked.
"No, we're dating, though. It’s not a random hookup, so don't go talking to him about it.” I told him sternly.
He held his hands up like he was innocent. "Hey, it's your life.” I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, because that stopped you the first time.” I said sarcastically.
"Do you want the tickets or not?" He asked.
"Yes, I do.” I told him, sighing.
"Alright. But you need to come with me in the morning to get them. I won't be able to meet you once practice starts.“ I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, Dad.” I said softly.
My Mom would never have cared. She would have just said 'no' without a second thought. Oh well, she's my past. This is my here and now.
I ran upstairs and ended up reading 'Everybody Poops' about a hundred times. It probably didn't help that the book made them giggle every time I read it.
I don't even remember falling asleep that night. The only thing I know is I woke up in my bed, fully clothed. My hair was every which way. My makeup was smeared. Finger lines could be seen on my face where my hand had been resting. Then I realized that the only reason I woke up was because Dad was banging on my door.
"Ashley, you have one hour.” He yelled through the door.
I grumbled something that sounded like "iwbedowinaminu" to him. To me, it was perfectly clear that I'd said, "I'll be down in a minute.”
I quickly showered and blow dried my hair, which took forever, and put on a little bit of makeup. I slipped on leggings, flip flops, and my Dad's old Cal Poly Mustangs jersey, which reached mid-thigh. He’d given it to me when we first moved here.
I hopped downstairs. "Are you ready yet?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
Dad rolled his eyes and looked at me. A smile formed when he saw what I was wearing.
"You're wearing my jersey?”
I glanced down. "Well yeah. That’s okay, right? I can go change if you don't want me to wear
They married about six months later. Perry was born nine months, to the day, after that. Things had moved pretty fast. Angela was more of a mother to me from the start than mine ever was. We're all very close now. Every now and then, I catch myself calling her Mom.
When Louis and Perry saw me, they both came running over, well Louis wobbled. "Ash!" They both cried, flinging themselves into my arms.
"What are you two sillies doing up?" I asked, walking us all into the living room where Dad and Angela were watching TV tiredly.
"Momma let us sleep a long time.” Perry explained.
I glanced at Angela, who sighed. "I accidentally fell asleep at nap time too, missing the one hour maximum by about three.” I laughed. A four hour nap in the middle of the day made for two very awake little guys.
I crouched down to them. "I'll tell you what. If you guys go upstairs and get ready, I'll read you stories until we're all sleepy.” They loved when I read them stories. I wasn't surprised when they both raced up the steps. Perry stayed behind Louis, making sure he didn't fall.
I sat beside Dad. "Hello.” I said sweetly.
"Oh god, what is it?" He asked, knowing I only pulled the sweet voice thing when I wanted something.
"Can I have three tickets to the game tomorrow?" I asked.
He looked away from the TV, giving me a raised eyebrow. "You want three tickets to the game? You never come to games.” He said, stating the obvious.
I blushed a little. "Yeah, I know that. Andy asked me to go. I invited Lindsey and Bryan to join me.” I explained. He smirked and I knew I was about to be teased.
"So your Dad asks you and you're too busy. The second your boyfriend does it, you're ready to go?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't even say it like that, and he's not my boyfriend.” I groaned.
"He's not?" He asked.
"No, we're dating, though. It’s not a random hookup, so don't go talking to him about it.” I told him sternly.
He held his hands up like he was innocent. "Hey, it's your life.” I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, because that stopped you the first time.” I said sarcastically.
"Do you want the tickets or not?" He asked.
"Yes, I do.” I told him, sighing.
"Alright. But you need to come with me in the morning to get them. I won't be able to meet you once practice starts.“ I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, Dad.” I said softly.
My Mom would never have cared. She would have just said 'no' without a second thought. Oh well, she's my past. This is my here and now.
I ran upstairs and ended up reading 'Everybody Poops' about a hundred times. It probably didn't help that the book made them giggle every time I read it.
I don't even remember falling asleep that night. The only thing I know is I woke up in my bed, fully clothed. My hair was every which way. My makeup was smeared. Finger lines could be seen on my face where my hand had been resting. Then I realized that the only reason I woke up was because Dad was banging on my door.
"Ashley, you have one hour.” He yelled through the door.
I grumbled something that sounded like "iwbedowinaminu" to him. To me, it was perfectly clear that I'd said, "I'll be down in a minute.”
I quickly showered and blow dried my hair, which took forever, and put on a little bit of makeup. I slipped on leggings, flip flops, and my Dad's old Cal Poly Mustangs jersey, which reached mid-thigh. He’d given it to me when we first moved here.
I hopped downstairs. "Are you ready yet?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
Dad rolled his eyes and looked at me. A smile formed when he saw what I was wearing.
"You're wearing my jersey?”
I glanced down. "Well yeah. That’s okay, right? I can go change if you don't want me to wear
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