In Intimate Desire[UNEDITED]

Chapter 20

*Trigger warning- miscarriage*

Amara

"How was London, Papá?" I ask, holding my phone against my ear.

"Wonderful." He says, his British accent echoing towards me. "So, tell me about this boyfriend of yours."

I bite back a smile, walking through my front door to see Remington, Landon, and Asher standing in the kitchen.

"Increíble."

"That's good, Lovey. Are you happy?" He asks and Asher's eyes meet mine, a smile spreading across both of our faces.

"Very." I say.

"Good, good. Listen, I gotta go, I'm about to board. I'll see you soon, Lovey."

"Okay, have a good flight. I'll see you in a couple of weeks." I say.

"Was that your dad?" Remi asks and I nod, setting my purse on the counter.

"Yeah, he's about to board his plane." I say, sitting on one of the barstools.

"Well, you were busy talking to him so, you missed a call from Alexis."

"I texted her that I'd call her back. Will you grab me a grape Propel?"

"Yeah. She needed help picking something out and needed it ASAP." Remington says and I chuckle.

"And what was it?"

"She wanted to know what joggers she should wear."

"Oh good God. She overthinks everything." I say, grabbing the bottle from her hand.

"She gave me three options. Two of which were the same color."

"My word." I chuckle.

"And she needed to tell you that Camilo isn't reenlisting..." My eyes snap towards her.

"Oh thank God." I say, letting out a breath.

"You need to call her. She said there was something else, but she wouldn't tell me what."

"Okay. I'll call her later."

"It seemed serious..." She says and my brows knit together.

"You can go call her. I can wait a little longer." Asher says, kissing my temple.

"Okay. I won't be long."

Boy was I wrong.

I was long, I was very long.

"Babe?" Asher's voice echoes from the other side of my door.

I stand up from my bed, walking towards the door.

"What are you doing?"

The minute he asks, I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and start crying.

I feel Asher's arms wrap tightly around my waist as he stands there, letting me sob in his arms.

When my tear ducts seem to need a break and I finally stop crying, I go to pull away but Asher holds me even tighter.

His hands move down to the backs of my thighs before I'm being picked up and my door is being kicked shut.

He sits down on the edge of my bed, me straddling his lap.

His hands rub my back soothingly for a couple of minutes before I pull my head off of his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asks, slightly frowning.