Together We'll Set The World On Fire

~Several Days Later~
“Ready to go home, love?” Ashley asked with his arm securely wrapped around me.
I was finally being discharged from the hospital. My memories had mostly returned to me although sometimes they were still foggy. I almost remembered things perfectly.
But although that was good news there was a void in my heart.
The baby.
I hadn’t even liked the thing but now that it was gone my stomach and entire body just felt wrong.
I was numb as Ashley led me to the apartment. He unlocked the door and let me in.
I walked into the familiar apartment, home. I sat on the couch stiffly staring aimlessly out the window at the bright city.
“Harp?” Ashley asked sounding concerned.
I stayed silent, not moving.
“Harper.” Ashley said loudly making me jump out of my trance.
“What?” I asked, my voice was raspy from lack of use.
“ I asked what you wanted to do for lunch?” He said, his face scrunching up with worry.
“I’m not hungry.” I said in a dead voice.
“Harper, what’s the matter?” Ashley sighed coming over and sitting next to me.
He could read me like an open book.
As if I had my emotions painted red on my forehead.
“Nothing’s wrong.” I lied.
“You’re a t—“
“Terrible liar.” I finished for him.
“Yeah.” Ashley said. “Oh… I know.”
“What?” I asked in confusion.
Ashley placed his hand over mine which was resting my now flat stomach.
I didn’t even remember placing my hand there.
“It’s all my fault.” I whispered as a tear escaped my thick lashes.
“No no no…” Ashley soothed wrapping me in his arms and pulling me into his lap and laying down on the couch. “Where did you get that ludicrous idea?”
“When I asked the nurse about my miscarriage she said it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.” I said.
“What wouldn’t have mattered?” Ashley asked slowly.
“She said I probably would have miscarried anyway.” I whimpered as more tears spilled out of my eyes. “She said because of my weight issues the baby wouldn’t have been able to survive anyway. Hence making it my fault more than ever.”
I was full blown sobbing now.
“Harper Thalia Medel.” Ashley said firmly. “You in no way are responsible for our baby’s death.”
I sniffled a little at his comforting words.
“You’re perfect, flawless flaws, people just need to open their eyes. Gentle and kind. You would have been the best mother. But perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be. You can’t blame yourself.” Ashley said leaning in to kiss my cheek.
I turned my face at the last moment so that our lips collided.
Ashley’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull but he didn’t pull away.
I needed this reassurance that what I had with Ashley was real.
I leaned into the kiss and closed my eyes in my vulnerability.
Ashley groaned deep in his throat as if he was releasing all his frustrations just by kissing me.
Ashley suddenly took control and began to French me.
Sliding his tongue into my mouth.
It was a strange new experience for me. I’ve never been Frenched before or kissed for that matter except when Ashley did it for a joke.
He put his hands on my waist and rolled me over, never breaking the seal between our mouths, until he was on top straddling me while our “kiss” turned into a full blown makeout session.
The was an angry knock that made us jump apart.
Ashley lightly leapt off me wiping his mouth with his hand. He probably had lipstick or gloss from my lips, I thought wiping my own mouth.
An angry Andy came furiously storming in the door.
“Sure come on in.” Ashley muttered, my mother’s own words whispered in the back of my mind.
“That. Fucking. Bitch.” Andy growled.

Notes

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