5SOS imagines and preferences

To Give Up (Ashton)

This is kind of based off of Hey Everybody! Let me know if you like it

I stirred the pasta over the stove and threw in some of the spices that I usually put in. The sun was just barely setting through the large kitchen window. It's soft rays peeked through the spaces between the green trees. The entire kitchen was illuminated by the light of the orange and pink clouds in the sky. The steam from the pasta was starting to make my face sticky with sweat. I tied up my hair in a messy bun and continued making dinner for Ashton and me.

A pair of cold hands covered my eyes. "Guess who?" A voice asked. I smelled the familiar smell of tacos and cinnamon. I knew immediately it was Ashton. He had just gotten home from waiting tables at this fancy Mexican restaurant downtown. It was a hard job but it actually paid a lot for a waiting job. He was really lucky to get such a well paying job while he was still going to school. He removed his hands from my eyes and kissed my cheek. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck. "Do you want some help with that?" he asked as I continued cooking.

"Why? Did you become some sort pasta expert at work today?" I asked sarcastically. He spun me around by my waist quickly. He quickly lifted me up and placed me on the counter. I ran my fingers through his light curls. He grabbed two black bowls from the cabinet and dished up our dinner.

"Well after serving Mexican food to ugly rich customers all day, I like to come home and serve Italian food to my pretty poor wife."

"Now do you mean pretty poor or pretty and poor?" He laughed as he rolled up his white waiter sleeves to wash out the pot for the pasta. He was still fully dressed in his waiter uniform. He hated it but I thought he looked hot. He wore a white button up with a black tie and black slacks. If Ashton had his way, he would wear a gray hoodie and sweats to every event. It took more convincing than it should have to get him to wear a tux to our wedding. I wasn't opposed to him wearing whatever he wanted but his mom insisted that he wear a tux.

"Both." I hopped down from the counter and grabbed two forks for us. I carried the forks and Ashton carried the bowls to our beat up leather couch in the living room. The couch and our bed were the the only real furniture we owned. We never sat down at the table to eat together because we didn't have one. We actually found the couch at a garage sale for about 5$. We were pretty sure the lady we bought it from was a coke head so we paid to have it specially cleaned. It wasn't so bad after that. It was better than our bed, which was really just a mattress on the floor. We sat down and covered our legs with the fuzzy blue blanket my cousin gave us at our wedding.

"So, how was your day darling?" I asked. it took him a moment to answer because his mouth was full of pasta.

"It was fantastic. Some rich guy told me that I was working a dead end job and that I would never be as successful as him. He also said no girl in her right mind would marry a guy that works at a crappy Mexican restaurant. I made sure to remind him that he had chosen to eat at this crappy Mexican restaurant that just so happened to be a five star restaurant. I also let him know that I was working this particular job to support myself and my beautiful wife."

I leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Ashton's cheek. "You're too good to me." I wasn't being sarcastic, he really was. He would always bring me home my favorite flowers when I had a bad day, white roses. Or if they had left any left over tamales at the restaurant, he would bring me as many as he could fit in his back pack. We may of paid or our wedding rings with the money from our piggy banks, but that's what I loved about us. We always made it work. Our Sunday afternoon's were always spent in the kitchen. I sat up on the counter cutting out coupons while Ashton pilled up ll the things in our fridge that were about to go bad so he could make us one huge feast. It wasn't ideal, but it was still lovely.

Ashton grabbed his backpack that sat on the side of the couch and opened it up. "We didn't have any leftovers today but I got you something better." He pulled out one of the colorful plates they served their food on. "Someone dropped it and put a little chip in the side. We're not allowed to serve food on it anymore and they were gonna throw it out. I saved it because I remember how you said you liked the colors on the plates, right?" He handed me the chipped plate with a hopeful smile on his face. My fingers traced the colorful intricate design on the plate.

"I love it."