Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 117
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Ashley’s pov
When I had been nervously biting my nails and shaking my feet, I was praying for this moment to come. To see him awake, to be beside him, knowing that he was alright.
But now staring at the door where just one push of my hands I will see him, made me more nervous than the wait. I have no idea what to expect. Will he act differently than the last time we were in the hospital? Will he act distant? And the bigger question. Does he now remember
me?
It was fucking nerve-racking, something that wasn’t at all good for the baby. Sighing while staring at the door, I brought my hands to rest on my belly.
“Wish me luck in seeing your dad. Hopefully he remembers me this time.” I rubbed my still flat stomach and for a few seconds I ponder if there really was a baby in there. But as I rubbed lower I could feel a tiny bump that I didn’t realize before and that set my mind at ease.
I need to go for a checkup just to be sure. Now enough of the prolonging and enter the damn room. I’ve come to the realization that my conscience was a raging bitch but then again she was me.
I wrap my fingers around the doorknob and notice how they slightly tremble in nerves. Sucking in a much needed breath I twisted the knob and pushed it open, slowly at first then all the way.
My heart leaps when he’s already facing me, like he already knew I was there, waiting behind the door, scared beyond imagination for his reaction. His blue eyes, as they stared at me intently from where he lay in bed, gleamed with something that it had been missing for days.
I smiled shyly, nervous but tried to swallow it down as I closed the door behind me with a soft dick His eyes followed my nervous actions and he smiles. “Hey bambina. What took you so long?”
Barnbina 6
My heart stops for a second, and my brain goes on autopilot. It had been so long that my brain refused to admit that he called me it I looked at him like what I presume as a deer caught in headlights. The saying was so chiche yet it described what was happening here right now so perfectly
I began to cry. It started as a small sniffle until my entire body shook as I walked over to his side. Gone are the nerves
I cried more Maybe it was the horinones or maybe I was just lucking happy that he actually wasn’t dead either way
him through a blurry vision. Unlike the last time he was in the hospital, he didn’t have a tube down his
an IV attached to his right
you waiting for bambina?” He teased, opening his arms a little wider. I fall right into them, careful not to be too
away as I tucked my nose in the crook of his neck and took a whiff of his scent. My tense body literally melted into butter as he clutched me tighter to him, whispering how much he loves me and
wetting his skin but he didn’t seem to mind, only brushed his fingers through my hair and kissed
to soft
clutching the hospital gown they had clothed him in. He
was going to lose you and
over and literally forcing me on the bed beside him. I tried protesting, afraid that the doctor would come in
know seeing your hair and face covered in eggs would trigger my memory of you in ninth grade. From then on everything just came
tiny bed with him being huge and all compared to me. But I guess it helped that I was lying on my side and with one of my legs crossed over his. If anyone walked in on us like this I’d
head to look at him. The question I had been wanting to ask from the moment I entered is on the tip of my tongue but
stare at me and he smiles. “You know not many girls could make their husband fall in love with them all over again but of course I
He always switched between calling
pair 10 ask him the question “Do you -” I sigh, finding it
confusion until I saw his head coming forward, his lips seconds away from kissing me My eyes fluttered shut, waiting
feels like electricity and the second just makes me feel the fireworks every cliche movie portrays. It feels like it had been forever since we last kissed but it was just merely hours ago. But before
took so long to remember you Ley but now that I have, I
could do that if you want.” I said innocently, cutting him
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