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!”

aback at my outburst. “What is

bed when he scooped me

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

you’re going to do this again, we’ll sleep in separate

and put me down. “How about what you

surprise.

from smiling and looked at me knowingly. It was a while before I

horror, I realized that it was my breast milk! My face grew red hot. “I… I didn’t ask you to

next time,” Ashton said as

I…

uncontrollable like this. It’s normal for women who were recently pregnant. By the looks of

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

I found Ashton downstairs preparing

he called out when he

go now,” I declared as I picked up my purse. I was in

boiled eggs

and

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 find new

and

conversational with me.

I asked, in spite of

eyebrows and smiled. “You don’t plan on undergoing treatment every

I…

treat this sort of thing?” This was a psychological problem,