When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I had thought that Ashton had already forgotten about the matter of having our own kid. But little did I expect, he would bring this up again when he was drunk. Obviously, a kid was something, or someone rather, that would be with you your entire life. Who wouldn’t want their own flesh and blood?

After a long silence in my own thoughts, I went and lay down beside Ashton. “Ashton, do we really need our own child?” I asked with a hoarse voice.

I couldn’t be sure whether he had heard me or not since all he gave in response was a subtle wiggling of his eyebrows amidst his slumber.

He really did have a lot to drink.

The next day, the morning light had already shined through the yellowing leaves onto the ground when Ashton woke me up.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw him laying next to me, with a smile on his face.

“You’re awake!” I hoarsely exclaimed after rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Yup!” he answered with a nod and a smile.

“Does your head still hurt?” I asked as I couldn’t get what happened last night out of my mind.

He reassured me with a slight shake of his head and scooted closer to me. “Did you help me undress?” he whispered.

I

help but follow his gaze onto his well-sculpted body. To my surprise, he was only dressed in his

the awkwardness radiating from me. Trying to break the

now?” he interrupted with a mischievous look on his face. Time felt like it

heart skipped a beat, and without waiting for a response, he put his giant palm on my waist and got on top of

next, let’s just say that Ashton’s vigor in the morning really was outside the realm

I caught Ashton coming out of the bathroom in

as she

he

only said it so that we could finally get a move on with our day, I knew that all I said was true. Things at the Fuller Corporation hadn’t settled down, and I had a nagging feeling that bigger and worse things might be waiting for

thought contemplating what I had just said, and after a brief pause, he nodded his head in

he tried to ask before being interrupted by his

peck before answering his phone on the balcony. Seeing as

the laundry room. However, upon placing his clothes into the washer, I heard a clanking sound coming from his pile of clothes. After a brief investigation, I found the source coming from his trouser pocket and found what appeared to be

I saw that they were vitamin A tablets.

Ashton hurriedly putting on his clothes halfway out the door. “What’s