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 queried

well-sculpted body. To my surprise, he was only dressed in his

awkwardness radiating from me. Trying to break the awkward atmosphere, I muttered, “Don’t get your hopes up. Nothing happened between us last night, and

his face. Time felt like it stood still while

palm on my waist and got on top of me. I knew he would

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

that day, I caught Ashton coming out of the bathroom in a superbly jovial mood. “So, will you

I promised my Mom that I would bring Summer to the hospital for a checkup as she has been getting recurrent fevers that won’t go away!” I said begrudgingly while still on the

with you!” he responded

you don’t need to be distracted right now,” I persuaded. Even though I only said it so that we could finally get a move on with our day, I knew

what I had just said, and after a brief pause, he nodded

ask

motioned for him to answer his phone, and with a curt nod, he gave my forehead a quick peck before answering

Ashton had left the clothes from the night before in the bathroom, so I picked them up and took them to 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 some

tablets. Why is he taking vitamins? Has he been feeling unwell

find Ashton hurriedly putting on his clothes halfway out the door. “What’s wrong? Did something