In Love, Never Say Never

He held me even tighter. “Tomorrow we’ll bring Summer over to live with us.”

I nodded, not quite knowing what to say.

Ashton seemed exceedingly warm and gentle that night. I’m not sure what caused it, but I couldn’t quell the suspicions that arose in my heart.

I woke up the next day and found no trace of him next to me.

He was already dressed and stood by the window. “Why don’t you sleep a little while longer?” he said as he turned to me.

“Are you going out?” His clothes were prim and he was in a splendid mood; even went out of his way to style his hair. He looked even more dashing that way.

Ashton came closer and pecked my forehead. “I’m leaving to fetch Summer,” he informed me. “Just trying some clothes to see if they’re a good fit.”

I laughed involuntarily. “You’re just picking her up, why do you need to dress so formally?”

And did his hair.

He chuckled and passed his necktie to me. “I’m a father now. I have to look good for my daughter.”

I tied his tie neatly for him. “She’s only three months old, what impression are you hoping to leave?” I giggled.

He bent down and examined his tie. “How does it look?” he asked happily.

There was nothing much I could say but nod.

I stretched and was prepared to get up from the bed when I was struck by a sudden bout of intense pain. I stared at him in a fury. “Ashton you b*stard!”

taken aback at my outburst. “What is

my lips and was about to get out of bed when he scooped me up in his

at him again as he carried me into the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, as I was still held by

to do this again,

and put me down. “How

in surprise. What have I

bit his lip in a terrible attempt to keep from smiling and looked at me knowingly. It was a

breast milk! My face grew red hot. “I… I didn’t ask you to carry me!” I

I’ll be more careful next time,” Ashton said

I…

like this. It’s normal for women who were recently pregnant. By the looks of it, Summer would have more than she needs,” Ashton said as he

him. After I shoved him out of the bathroom, I proceeded to

I found Ashton downstairs

going!” he

now,” I declared as I picked up my

up two boiled eggs and

keys and left the house

was reluctant to speak to him. “I found two housekeepers,” he said, in an attempt to break the awkwardness. “Give them a go, and if you think they’re not a good fit, we’ll

and

remain conversational with me. “When we get

I asked, in spite of

“You don’t plan on undergoing treatment

I…

thing?” This was a psychological problem, not a physiological