Surfer Girl // A.I (completed)

sixty-six

< May >

{ Ashton }

I nervously sat downstairs in front of my computer, working on a project. I've been holding it from everyone. Tatum doesn't know and neither do the boys.

For years I've been writing personal songs- songs that were just for me. I think I want to release them and make them an album. I've already got one song recorded and done.

Going into this I was thinking a lot. I thought about my childhood, my conversations with my family, Tatum, the guys, and I even thought about my unborn children. I want to create something that will help people, show them it's not all bad and that everyone does struggle. I want to be a positive and helpful influence on people.

I want my kids to be proud of this record. I want Tatum to be proud. I want my mom and the boys to be proud. I want something raw and authentic and I feel like the best way for me to convey my message is by releasing my own album.

Currently, I was working on tracking the second song. I was also trying to stay out of Tatum's way while she was on her laptop doing an interview with ESPN.

My song was sounding good and was getting better with each track I dragged. I've recorded almost all the instruments, now I'm doing vocals and producing the songs.

I realized I messed up drums on a track, so I quickly saved my work and went into my drum room, getting the recording equipment set up. I wasn't going to record yet because I needed to practice.

I pulled my shirt off and sat on my drum stool, grabbing my sticks. I counted in my head and started running through what I wrote and memorized.

I kept messing up on the same part to the point I was getting frustrated. I don't handle frustration well so I started just hitting the drums.

I saw the door open, making me stop my movements. Tatum walked in with a smile, her shirt hugging her small bump. She laughed then began walking around the kit and sitting on my leg,

"Hey" I smiled, pecking her lips,

"You're angry drumming," she stated matter-of-factly, "You okay bub?"

"I'm fine. I'm working on something and I just kept messing up" I assured her,

"Wanna take a break? Maybe come eat lunch and watch an episode of Tiger King with me?" Tatum grinned,

"Sure baby" I smiled, patting her thigh to make her stand. I followed her up the steps, lightly hitting her butt as a joke.

She opened the fridge as I walked up behind her,

"What do you want?" I asked, thinking of just making a sandwich for myself. I'd make whatever she tells me for her,

"Don't be mad, but I'm really really craving Chick-Fil-A" she spoke shyly,

"I'm not gonna be mad baby" I laughed then closed the fridge, "Grab a mask and we will go through the drive-thru"

The Covid shutdown has not helped with pregnancy cravings. What she usually wants, the place is closed, usually making her grumpy. I do my best to make whatever it is as good as possible but that doesn't always satisfy. But recently she's had major Chick-Fil-A cravings, which is the only restaurant we've eaten from. It's the only one I really trust because I know for a fact they are taking care of all the safety things.

Tatum came back from our room with two masks, handing me one of them. She hopped up and kissed my cheek then walked out the door to my truck, climbing into the passenger seat. I shook my head with a laugh and grabbed my keys, getting into the driver's seat and starting the vehicle.