You're Not My Babysitter

Chapter 36

Andy

Ashton was doing better, and so was I. We kind of had to take a couple of days to process everything that happened. We talked a lot and, cried in each other's arms. Actually, we probably did that more than anything else.

"Let me see!" I chuckled trying to get the camera out of her hand.

"No," She giggled, "no! It's nothing special!"

I finally got the camera out of her hand and looked at the photo she took of me scribbling on a drawing pad.

"Jo, this is really good." I smiled.

"Well," She smiled back sending me a shrug, "it's like the second time I've ever seen you wear anything with any sort of color in it. I think it's worth capturing."

I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Hey," she laid her head on my shoulder, "I like it."

"You like what?" I raised my eyebrows.

"The white shirt," she giggled, "I haven't always been a fan of white but, I really like the way it brings out your eyes."

I smiled pushing a thought to the back of my mind.

"Thanks."

Ashton sat her camera on the coffee table before sitting on my lap and pulling me in for a kiss.

Should I tell her?

"Ashton." I said as she pulled back

Ashton snapped her gaze to mine and gave me a questioning glance. She always did that when I used her first name. Like she knew there was something important I had to say. I loved it.

I love her.

"What's wrong?"

I looked at her, getting lost in her green orbs for a minute before smiling again.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Oh," She chuckled, "well what is it?"

"I," I started before thinking for a second, "how's your arm doing?"

"It's alright," she smiled, "counting down the days until I can get my cast off. Only 4 and a half more weeks."

"You know what?" I asked, earning a questioning glance.

Fuck it, here goes nothing.

"I-," I stuttered for a minute, "I- I think we should go out to dinner tonight. You know celebrate a week and a half down."

Nice save Andy. Bravest man alive.

"Ok," she chuckled, "I'll go get dressed."

Ashton started up the stairs before turning around and facing me.

"Wait," She pressed a palm to her forehead, "what should I wear."

I walked up to her and kissed her neck before pressing my lips up to her ear, "I think nothing would work."

"Andy!" She gasped, slapping my chest.

"I'm kidding," I laughed, "I mean I'm not but-"

"Oh fuck you!" Ashton laughed running the rest of the way up the stairs.

"Well that's what I was hoping for!" I shouted chasing her.

"Andy put me down!" She giggled trying to free herself from my grip.

"Or what?" I laughed along as I playfully bit her neck.

"Ow!" Ashton winced causing me to set her down.

"Shit," I muttered, "I'm sorry Jo I wasn't thinking."

"It's ok," she kissed my cheek, "I know you didn't mean to. Besides, my ribs are all but healed. They're just- still a little bruised."

"How about your arm?" I said concern etching my brow line.

"Andy," she giggled walking towards her closet, "I'm fine."

I raised my eyebrows causing her to roll her eyes.

"I'm serious."

Without another thought I pulled her in for a kiss.

"What was that for?" Ashton giggled again.

She seemed to be doing a lot of that today. Not that I minded.

"Sorry," I shrugged, "sometimes I just can't keep myself from kissing you."