We're Getting There // A.I

Chapter 24 // Emoji

Sorry guys I accidentally published the chapter before it was done again. I'm so dumb, lol. Also, omg, this chapter is a TITF. I love it.

September 1 : 65 days till due

~Ashton~

Most of the time I don't stay up at night and think. I'm the kind of guy that lays down and goes to sleep, not the kind that sits up until the am's pondering.

Right now I'm thinking about Charlie, and not about the babies that she's carrying that share 50% of my DNA, but about my clothes in her closet, and my underwear in her drawers. I think about how most of my things are here, and why I should change most to all.

I roll over, propping my head up on my elbow.

"Psst" I whisper, poking Charlie's shoulder.

Unfortunately, it's hard to wake Charlie in the middle of night. Ever since she entered her third trimester, she sleeps like the dead.

"Charles. Char. Yo" I say louder, not caring if someone upstairs hears me.

It's weird not having Melanie here anymore, but good in the sense that I can talk as loud as I want past nine now. Me and Charlie had her for a little over two weeks, before I went back to her home and found that Melanie's father had been arrested, and her mother alone and cleaned up, waiting for her daughter to come home. She'd cried and apologised, thanking me for looking after her for so long, and I cried and said it was my pleasure.

I didn't tell anybody the crying part.

"What" Charlie mumbles, not turning to face me.

"I think I should move in" I say.

"But you have so much stuff" Charlie says after a long silence. She turns over, her cheeks puffy and her eyes barely open.

"I know. But I was thinking about it, and I don't even like most of my stuff. Most of the stuff I like in my house is the stuff that reminds me of your house"

"That's silly"

"No, what's silly would be me saying what I was gonna say" I blurt. I grin, but I shouldn't have said that.

"What were you gonna say?" Charlie inquires, rubbing her eyes. She looks so cute right now.

"I was gonna say we should get married"

Charlie doesn't respond, only frowns deeply and tilts her eyebrows down. I watch her as she sits up and turns her bedside lamp on.

"What" she says.

"Marry me" I say.

Charlie's eyes go big, and she blinks ten times in two seconds.

"What, Ashton," she gasps. "No!"

I bristle, sitting up in bed. "Why not? Am I not good enough?"

"What? Ashton, of course you're good enough. But I'm not marrying you right now" she says decidedly, shaking her head.

"What the fuck, why not?" I ask.