Recollection

Andy interrupted any reply from my brain or voice by announcing, more to Ash than I, that Blasko had sent a text and stated that his team had scheduled an immediate passport appointment later that afternoon.

I knew from days before that BVB was scheduled to perform overseas for almost a month. Andy and Ash had discussed it while we lazed around in the living room. I was utterly confused so I spoke up.

"I thought all of you already had passports?"

Andy looked over to Ash, who seated himself in a nearby chair bouncing Hunter lightly on his thigh and then both looked at me.

Ashley cleared his throat before answering. "They're not for us, A. They're for you and Punk!"

"What!" I sat up very quick and pain rumbled through my ribcage. "Oh hell no!"

"A, did you actually think we were gonna leave you and Punk behind?" Andy questioned. "Jake and I didn't bring up the subject in the hospital for absolutely nothing!"

"I was hoping you were joking, just to make me feel better!"

"Ah, no!"

I glanced up to meet Ashley's and Andy's stares.

"Bloody fucking hell!" I shook my head from side to side.

"We got it cleared with management and legal for the two of you to accompany us overseas!" Ashley got up from the chair he occupied, shifting Punk onto his left side. "And you're going!"

He gave me his ever so popular glare, which meant the conversation had ended. He came over to me and extended his hand. I obliged. He told me to lean into him and the three of us made our way down the hallway into the spare bedroom.

After he found clothes for us and deposited them into the bathroom. He returned to help me along.

Void of all clothes and everything covered and taped, the three of us managed our way into the shower. It wasn't easy at first. Ashley attempting to hold onto both Punk and I and keep himself upright as well, but we miraculously found a pattern that we all could follow.

Once each of us were completely cleaned from head to toe, Ashley helped me out and into a sitting position along the side of the tub. He immediately proceeded to get Hunter dried off and dressed. He draped a towel over my nakedness and one across his hips before calling for Andy to retrieve our son. And then we were alone once again.

Ash shut and locked the door behind Andy and turned towards me. Mere steps and he was directly in front of me. He leaned forward and lifted me into his arms and deposited me upon the marble shelf by the sink.

He stood just a inches away from me, his hands still upon my body. To avoid his eyes, I focused on his throat only to see his Adam's apple appear and disappear with each swallow and the throb from his beating heart make its notice.

Neither of us made any effort to move. It was like we were trapped inside a reverie.

Minutes later, it was broken when he stepped back to retrieve my clothing and assisted me in getting dressed. He threw on just a pair of underwear and a pair of black jeans, before telling me he'd be back.

He returned with a huge black case adorned with a silver skull pattern and a smaller matching bag.

I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"You can go looking like the train wreck you currently advertise."

"Fuck you Purdy!"

"You did!" he stated rather proudly with his trademark smirk evident upon his face. "Now zip it and sit still!"

'I didn’t need this!' I thought to myself.

Ashley opened up the bag first and out came a flat iron and a slew of hair care products. Then the case opened. He fiddled through it for a moment, came up with foundation and began his work on my face.

What seemed like a century later, I guess he had finally completed his task for he moved to wash his hands and began work on my unruly mess of hair.

Once he was satisfied, I sat glancing into the mirror he held out for me. I was amazed at the transformation staring back at me. The colors were subtle upon my face, he blended away the multicolored bruises and the puffiness of my face appeared to fade!

He helped me off the ledge and the two of us made our way to the living room where Andy was completely enthralled with Hunter.

"Let me throw on a shirt and get my socks, boots and shit and we'll be off!"

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