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Papa Gateau pt. 2 - Ashton Irwin

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"There you are, babe," He wrapped an arm around your waist as you found him, back by the furniture. "Thought I lost you for a second."

"Why are you looking at furniture?"

He shrugged, smiling coyly at you before whispering, "Thought we might need a new bed. Old one's kind of falling apart, isn't it?" He was smiling brightly. "Wonder why, it's nearly new."

"Shut up," You pushed him away but he just pulled you closer, placing a kiss to your temple.

"You're so cute, love." He laughed. "So, brings me to another question, what do you want for your birthday?" He kept you close as you left the fancy department store, hand in hand as you entered a more public place.

"Nothing," You shook your head.

"Nothing?" He exclaimed. "We could go on holiday, if you want. We can do anything, love, I'm serious. What do you want?"

You shrugged, letting your gaze drift towards the little shops on the streets, ranging from small flower shoppes and boutiques along the busy shopping street. It'd been his idea to go out with you today, he'd had the day off just for today, because it was Sunday. He had promised no meetings, no conference calls; his attention would be entirely focused on you, and it definitely was.

It almost made you feel guilty, the way he spent his money on you. Maybe that's why you were so hestitant on him spending so much on the purse around your shoulder, or the designer jeans donning your body.

"I have everything I want," You responded. "I don't need anything else."

He smiled sweetly at you, but he didn't say anything as he lead you into a fancy restaurant for the lunch he promised you.

You watched him, leaning out over the balcony, phone pressed to his ear as he muttered something in French that made you want to listen closer.

He must've felt your gaze on him, because he turned around, smiling to see you standing there. He gestured for you to come closer, and you blushed a little, being caught in your act of staring. An arm wrapped around your shoulder as he pulled you in close to him.

"Est-ce que vous avez un suite de lune de miel, qui est disponsible?" He mumbled, a gasp falling from your lips. He was smirking down at you, teasing your reaction. "Ouais, ma femme et moi, nous voudrions rester pour cinq jours, quatre nuits. Nous voulons y arriver demain. C'est possible, ou ne pas?" He watched you closely as he chatted, nodding in agreement with the person on the other side of the phone. They probably spoke perfect English, and he knew they spoke perfect English as well, but Ashton always thought it was so cute that you loved his French so much. You, on the other hand, found it to be pure torture when his mouth started uttering such pretty words with big honey eyes like he had no idea the effect it had on you.

He muttered something else that you didn't have a hope of understanding, and hung up, wrapping another arm around you as he pulled you in close.

"You promised me no phone calls."

"Oh, that wasn't work, princess." He laughed. "But I'm sorry. Such a needy little girl, aren't you? Have to have attention on you all the time, yeah?" He laughing as he kissed the top of your head.

You shook your head, disagreeing with his statement as you leaned into his arms. He looked so wonderful in tuxes. Like he stepped out of one of those fashion magazines that you used to get as a teenager, right into your arms. A blessing, really. He wore them often, but they never lost their appeal. Something about how he would button up the middle button with just his right hand, and undo it later on when he wasn't even consciously thinking about it. It was just a natural action. It screamed importance, intelligence, maybe a little narcissism, but Ashton would be nowhere right now if it wasn't for his confidence.