Ashely P.O.V.

Three Hours Later.

I am sitting in the kitchen watching him make a big feast of eggs, sausage, and bacon. Then, I see him grabbing plates and cups and forks and knives. I am so nervous, and I am praying he is not angry or hates me for what has happened just a couple of months now.

"You hungry?" He asks me.

"What I mean what you say?" I stared over at him by the stove, and he had two plates full in his hand, smiling at me.

And what a smile. It made my heart stop staring at his beautiful face. He lit up the kitchen with...