"Daddy wake up! Daddy. Daddy. Daddy." His daughter whined into his ear.
"I'm up! I'm up!" Groggily he opened his eyes to his already dressed three-year old.
Blue jeans, yellow wellington boots, a tutu and an orange shirt graced her small frame. He didn't have the energy to argue over her fashion choices today.
His eye caught the clock beside his bed.
"Shit, shit, Braelynn have you brushed your teeth? We're going to be late. Fuck."
"Daddy you sed bad…"
"A bad word I know. I'm sorry Brae and you can tell me off later, but we really need to get ready."
By the time Edward ushered his daughter out of the apartment door, it looked as though a hurricane had hit their home.
A/N: Thank you everyone! Until tomorrow :)