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

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

to break the awkward atmosphere, I muttered,

look on his face. Time felt like it stood still while he stared deeply at me with his jet-black

beat, and without waiting for a response, he put his giant palm on my waist

vigor in the morning

coming out of the bathroom in a superbly jovial mood. “So, will you

a checkup as she has been getting recurrent fevers that won’t go

he responded with

only said it so that we could finally get a move on with our day, I knew that all I said was true. Things

just said, and after a brief

about…” he tried to ask before being

his phone, and with a curt nod, he gave my forehead a quick peck before answering his phone on the balcony. Seeing as he was occupied, I took this chance

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

inspection, I saw that they were vitamin A tablets. Why

of big importance, I returned to the bedroom only to find Ashton hurriedly putting on his clothes halfway out the door. “What’s wrong?