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

so much love that I began to cry. It started as a

cried more Maybe it was the horinones or maybe I was just lucking happy that he actually wasn’t dead either

I stared down at him through a blurry vision. Unlike the last time he was in the hospital, he didn’t have a tube down his throat or bruises painting his face. He

an IV attached to

as if knowing what I needed right now and grins. “Well, what are you waiting for bambina?” He teased, opening his arms a

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 how he was

brushed his fingers through my hair and kissed my

down to

I grumble clutching the hospital gown they had clothed him in. He chuckles and the sound makes my insides melt. “It was not my fault baby.” He

to lose you

on the bed beside him. I tried protesting, afraid that the doctor would

had to put you through this again Ley. I didn’t know seeing your hair and face covered in eggs would trigger my memory of you in ninth grade. From then on everything just came all at once and I guess I just blacked out.”

lying on my side and with one of my legs crossed over his. If anyone walked in on us like this I’d surely

had been wanting to ask from the moment I entered is on the tip of my tongue but I was terrified to know the

at me and he smiles. “You know not many girls could make their husband fall in love with them all

wanung to cry again. There he goes again calling me bambina, a name he hasn’t called mne in weeks. He always switched between calling me Ley

me bambina which eases my mind of him not remembering me and lets me finally grow a pair 10 ask him the question “Do you -” I sigh, finding

brows furrowed in confusion until I saw his head coming forward, his lips seconds away from kissing me My eyes fluttered

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 things get heated like it always did he pulls away slowly and we both open our

felt for me and I was a hundred percent sure mine showed the same. “I’m sorry it took so long to remember you Ley but now that I have,

you want.” I said innocently, cutting him off as I smiled. He chuckles knowing that I wasn’t serious.

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