"Stop telling me shitty lies!"
Eva throws the car keys from her grasp to the boy infront of her. The once perfectly curled hair limps on her shoulders, the traces of tears ruined her mascara, and her lipstick had smudged past her lips.
"Babe-"
"Don't fucking call me babe, Ashton. Now tell me, who the hell was that?" She shouts again, pointing an accusing finger at the given-up boy, his arms flailing at his sides.
"How many times do I have to repeat myself, Yana changed her number," he runs his fingers through his hair out of distress, it was only the couch that's stopping Eva from jumping at him.
"Don't you dare bring your sister into this."
"But it's true! Look-"
He was desperately trying to calm her down, especially when it's too dangerous for her.
"No, I don't want to hear it, get everything that's yours out of this house. My decision is final," she states coldly. His mouth hangs open but soon changes to an expressionless face.
He strolls closer to his angel and suddenly lifts her into his arms. Turning around, he opens the door and leaves the stuffy place, "Sometimes, you should really keep that pretty mouth shut, I don't want losing you and our baby Jelly."
He gives a quick kiss down her growing tummy, he then hears her soft sobbing as she nuzzles her face in his neck.
"Come on, baby, don't cry. I already said I'm sorry," Ashton kisses her flushed cheeks and she looks up at him, playfully hitting him on the chest.
"What did I ever do to deserve you," she says as they continue walking down the street, both looking at each other's eyes. He wipes the tear residue on her prominent jawline.
He smiles and wholeheartedly says, "Everything, baby... Everything."
