Mr Irwin | Ashton Irwin

Twenty Six

Ashton
18th February

I kissed her with every emotion in me. The hatred i had towards myself as i didn't support her when she was most vulnerable. The fury that was Michael kissing her. The cloud of depression thats been hanging over my head since i left. But most of all, i kissed her with every ounce of love flowing through my veins. I kissed her like this was the last time i would ever see her; the love of my life. I kissed her with everything i have to show her how wrong i was and how much i need her.

She ran her hands up to mine and brought them away from her face. Her hands cupped my face and she pulled away. I kept my forehead rested against hers. This was it. Our entire relationship is in her hands.

"Ashton . . ." She whispered.

"Please dont," i begged. I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek, pathetic right? I'm crying. I sniffed, "You may not want to be with me after i left you and everything. i can change Lauren, i swear I will change-"

She kissed me, silencing me. She whispered, "Don't you dare change, Irwin."

I felt a wave of relief flood through my body as we both smiled like idiots. I leaned in to reconnect our lips but she put her hands on my chest. I said, "Whats wrong, princess?"

"I know that if we kiss now, things will get heated and soon you will want to fuck me on the table," she giggled. "After the abortion, i really haven't wanted any form of physical contact. Even resting my hands on your bicep was making me uncomfortable."

"Then we'll take baby steps," i said. "We'll get you on the road to recovery. But first, lets get your stuff back into our house."

"Okay," she smiled.

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I slid into bed after we were completely finished unpacking her stuff again. She turned to bathroom light off and walked into the room. She wore a lilac, silk, night gown. It was unusual as she would usually only sleep in her panties or nothing at all.

I asked, "Babe, could you turn the big light off please?"

She smiled sweetly at me before turning the light off. She walked to her side of the bed. I turned my body on my side, facing towards her. Man, I've missed her. And it's only been several days.

She slid into bed. I was disappointed when she turned away from me but she did warn me. I just didn't know that she wouldn't even be able to look at me.

I whispered, "Goodnight Lauren."

"Goodnight Ash. I love you," she whispered back.

I smiled, "I love you too, princess."

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19th February

I decided to call in sick today. It's only friday anyway. I woke up to an empty other half of the bed. I got up and put my black sweats on and my black tank top.

I walked into the kitchen to see Lauren cooking bacon and eggs. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

She almost jumped out of her skin. She dropped the pan on the floor, the bacon and eggs going everywhere. She said, "God, Ashton! I told you not to touch me."

"You're my girlfriend," i said, "i at least deserve a hug."

"Ashton. Do you not understand?" Oh god, she's on the verge of tears. "I was pregnant," and now she is crying, fuck. "Do you know how awful it is to get an abortion? It's awful ashton, it's-"

"Hey," i smiled. I wanted to hug her as she was crying so hard but i don't want to set her off. "Baby, you're okay."

"I'm such a fuck up," she sniffed.

I edge closer to her. I opened my arms and tried to soothe her, "I know you said about the no contact but you just look like you need comforted at the-"

I didn't even get to finish my sentence when she threw her body against me, wrapping her arms around my waist as she sobbed. It took me a moment to hug back as it was so unexpected.

I kept my right arm wrapped around he back while my left hand stroked her hair soothingly. I whispered, "Shhh you're okay baby girl. I won't let anything hurt you; i promise you that."

"I feel so stupid," she pulled away and wiped her tears. She laughed at her "stupidity". Honestly, i don't think she's being stupid at all. She just got an abortion; thats a lot of physical and emotional pain.

I softly spoke, "How about you go into the living room and get comfy on the sofa. I'll make us toast and then we'll cuddle up -if you want to, that is- and we can watch whatever you want to. Even if it is that shitty show 'the vampire diaries'."

"Just because Ian somerhalder is hotter than you," she winked sarcastically. "For my toast, put-"

"Extra jam on it," i smiled, "I remember."

"Right," she smiled before walking out. Am i seriously so in love with her that I'm sacrificing a day off to watching the Salvatore brothers just because she wants to? At least she can be my muse while i pretend to take interest in Stefan, Damon, and Elena's life. 'Team Delena all the way' as Lauren says . . . Woo. . .