Boredom got to me. Came up with this. More to come if you like. Lemme know.
She ran past the doorman and within a minute was knocking furiously on the loft door, while struggling to balance the baby on her side.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Came the reply, slightly muffled through the thick door.
"It better not be no Jehovah's witne-" she swung the door open "Chelsea?"
With a faint smile she walked past Ashley and placed the heavy bag onto the floor.
"Ashley, just hear me out. Spencer is in class all morning, Glen is working overtime, Paula and Arthur are out of town, and I need to go to the art gallery. They have some big names there and I need to make a good impression."
"Uh Chels I really was on my way out," Ashley attempted lingering by the opened door.
"Ashley, please. Do this for me," Well…
"Do this for Skye," Maybe working a little, she was unbearable cute, she thought glancing at the curious girl.
"Do this for Spencer. I'm sure she'd just gush when she finds out what you did for her little niece," And bingo.
"Well when you put it that way…sending Kyla bail money isn't THAT important. Have fun at your art thingy Chelsea." Ashley smiled, pushing her out the door good naturedly.
"Should I be worried?" The relatively new mother inquired with a soft chuckle.
"No, the kid and I will be fine. You're forgetting I named her!"
"How could I?" She replied while heading towards the elevator.
Ashley closed the door, leaning against the cool metal. Opening her eyes she momentarily panicked when she noticed her god-daughter was gone.
"Kid, where arreeee youuuu?" Ashley drew out playfully.
At only one and three quarters Skyler had skillfully mastered the art of hide-and-go-seek. Of course it did help that she had been learned from the best, seeing as Ashley was her willing care-taker on several occasions.
Soft giggles lead Ashley towards the living room, where she heard the padding of tiny bare feet against the tile floor.
She snuck up behind her, sending the young girl into a fit of giggles. Somehow they both wound up on the floor laughing and tickling each other.
Settling down, she spoke "Ah, you make me feel young! You know that?"
Skyler just started back at her, her short, soft, black hair in pigtails swinging.
Sometimes Ashley expected a response.
"Wow, well that was the best PB&J I've ever made. Be lucky you got to have that." Ashley stated, cleaning off the plates.
She turned to her little buddy only to find her clothing covered in a sticky purple substance.
Ashley rummaged through Skyler's pack, hoping to find something other than diapers and food.
"I guess your mom forgot to pack some of your stuff. She must have been in some rush. C'mon I've got some clothes for you in my room anyway."
Ashley marched to her room, fully aware that she was being followed.
"Here ya go. I hope you like 'The Clash'." Ashley threw her the baby-sized green rock tee she'd been meaning to give to her. She helped her change and had to admit that the baby was adorable- from her light brown skin, to her dimples, to her intense chocolate eyes that she seemed to have inherited from her late father.
"I hope you don't mind. I have no pants for you."
Skye just smiled. She was used to running around in her diaper anyway. Anytime she, Chelsea, glen, Arthur, Spencer, or Paula would change her, she always took her pants off preferring the freedom. Ashley could relate- in a sense.
Ashley scooped her up in her arms and spun her around until they landed on her plush sofa.
They watched The Brave Little Toaster, at Skyler's insistent request (tantrum) and fell asleep. Skyler tucked her head under Ashley's arm which was wrapped protectively around her. Before Ashley fell asleep herself, she placed a kiss on top of her god-daughter's forehead whispering "I couldn't love you more if you were my own."
Next chapter soon. Spencer will be in it therefore, Spashley.
