ROSS WITH KIDS IS MA LYF, and make sure to read/participate on the photo on the side
"Hey, buttercup" I said quietly as she woke up, shooting me the same confused look I give everybody in the first few seconds it takes me to fully wake up. Quickly, her senses spiked and she bounced up and into my arms.
"Daddy!!!" Leah squealed, her tiny hands squeezing me. All I could do was hold her, I missed her like crazy during tour; it was only two months, but she had grown a good 4 inches since, and her hair was now on her back.
"How are you doing, Rapunzel?" I pinched her cheeks and she giggled.
"I missed you, Daddy! But I'm okay, it was so much fun with Grandma and Grandpa- we went to your old house in Colorado and and a trampoline place!"
"I think I know where you mean! Was it fun?"
"Yeah but," she showed me her arm, a scar forming. "I fell from my bike"
"Silly" I kissed her cheek. "Go get Grandma and get ready- we are going to your dance class and then going out!"
In a matter of seconds, she had jumped from the bed and ran off giggling. I smiled, leaning on the wall to sleep a little bit.
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We pulled up at her ballet dance studio, and flashes were already peaking through the tinted windows. I looked at my daughter at the back, who was looking outside curiously.
Leah was surprisingly okay with paparazzi (she once had a conversation about horses with this guy with the profile of a murderer), but, as soon as they began to take pictures, she would freak out.
"You okay back there?"
"Uh-huh!" She nodded, smiling. I grinned at her and got out of the car, then opened her door. She grabbed my hand tightly and we walked side by side as they virtually crowded us.
Leah tugged at my hand, pouting. "Daddy.."
I scooped her up into my arms just as a guy approached us with his camera, luckily his flash turned off. "Have a good day guys, she's adorable, dude"
"She sure is" I kissed my buttercup's forehead. Shortly after so, we reached the dance studio and Leah jumped from my arms, taking off towards a girl in her early 30's, hugging her legs.
"Oh my god- Hi Leah!" The girl kneeled down, and gave her a hug. I smiled, approaching them.
"This is my Daddy, Ross" Leah pulled me closer. "Hayley is a fan of you, Daddy! Do you recognise him, Hayley?"
"I sure do!" She gave me her hand to shake. "It's lovely to meet you, Mr Lynch"
"Please, just call me Ross" I grinned back at her. There was no way around it, the girl is cute.
Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Right, shall we go to lessons?"
I stood amongst the other parents outside, all pushing and shoving to get a clear view of their kids. They let me walk to the middle, where I watched my little girl in her lesson- and Hayley, who was apparently a teaching assistant and crazy talented ballerina.
She had her photo on the 'Hall of Fame', from when she was in Juilliard. Watching her do what she potentially loved the most had me stuck on a feeling.
As the lesson ended, I entered the studio, walking in her direction. She smiled to me. "Hi Ross"
"Hi, I'm going to try to make this brief because I'm no good at getting my feelings across, but," I paused. "I want to take you on a date"
"Wait, me? We barely know each other" her eyes widened. I smirked (it always worked).
"Tomorrow at 6, meet me at the back of the studios" I winked just as my daughter ran to me.
"Let's go, Daddy! Bye, Hayley!" She waved, and I waved also, fitting in a wink. She looked slightly stunned, but nodded to me.
Scoooooore.
IT WAS KINDA RUSHED BUT YOU GET THE IDEA