WANT (completed)

BONUS | A LITTLE SOMETHING EXTRA

CASSANDRA'S POV

Lauren is the queen of cryptic messages, as usual. Only this time, she has me wandering around the hospital at the middle of the night. As the elevator dings, indicating that I've arrived on the fifth floor, and opens up, I step out into the hallway, crossing my arms across my chest.

I'm all bundled up with my heeled booties, coat, and thick Burberry scarf wrapped around my neck. It's the middle of winter here in New York, and I'm bundled up as always. My gloves are stuffed into my pockets, and since I didn't bring a bag, my phone and wallet are jabbed into the pockets as well.

My heels click against the linoleum floors, and I can't help but think how creepy I must sound to whomever hears me coming. It's almost eleven pm and I'm sure that no one is expecting visitors, except my crazy sister-in-law who asked me to meet her here. I push through the double doors, heading towards her office in the labor and delivery ward, but as soon as I step into the hallway, I freeze at the silhouette at the other end of the hall.

Even from behind, I can make him out. His stance is so up-right, you'd think that it's almost uncomfortable to stand up so straight. I can tell his hair is slightly disheveled from here, maybe from running his fingers through it like he always does. He's leaning forward, his arms stretched out as his hands grip a bar, and I can tell that he's thinking hard with the way his foot is silently tapping the floor.

"What? Did she ask you to come here too?" I call out softly, but still startling myself with how my own voice echoes softly though the hallway. He spins around, smiling at me softly, holding his hand out as a gesture for me to come to him.

As I near him, I make out the faint wrinkles near his eyes, and the stubble that's grown on his face. Even after these years, he's still as handsome as ever. At 33, he still gets requests from magazines for cover shoots and special editions, and even articles in regards to his company, and ours, all of which he politely declines.

"Not exactly. Come here, baby," his voice sends chills down my spine. Years together and this man still gets me weak as hell. I'm a bit concerned, because after five years of marriage, you come to really know a person, and I can totally read Asa, and I know something has got to be going on if he's here on a mission of some sorts.

"Is everything okay? Where's Aislin?" I frown, stiffening as I near him slowly. I suddenly can't bare the thought of why he must be here, or why the hell I've been asked to come here.

"She's at my mom's with Andrew. Everything's fine, Cas. Everyone is okay. Just come here," Asa leans back against the bar, smoothing out his gray slacks as he wiggles his fingers, wanting me to take his hand.

"Okay," Hesitantly, I step over to him and put my hand into his, feeling the cool metal of his wedding band against my warm skin. "This is weird as hell, Asa. Why are we here? I feel like this should be part of Grey's Anatomy or something, and I don't really know how I feel about that."

Hospitals still make me feel weird. It's so odd how so many happy and sad things can happen in a hospital — it's a place where babies are born, and lives are saved, but also where people happen to die and find out live changing news.

Asa let's out a hearty laugh, pulling me into his arms. They come around me, tugging my against him by the waist and straight into his chest. I inhale the scent of him — a mixture of his cologne and body wash that I've familiarized myself with.

"Can't a man ask his wife to meet him somewhere? I thought it would be romantic..." he trails off, and I can tell that he's kidding, but I'm also so confused as to why the hell I'm here.

"Hmm," I grab the collar of his blue button down playfully, shaking my head at him. "Maybe if the said man had texted his wife himself, it would've been romantic, sure. But having his sister-in-law send an SOS for a secret rendezvous meeting and crashing it? I don't know about that one."