Rescue // Ashton Irwin

seven.

Adley.

"I'm taking you on a date tonight," Ashton informed me as he walked into our now shared bedroom.

"Oh, are you now?" I asked, wiggiling my eyebrows, but I couldn't get rid of the butterflies that erupted in my stomach.

"Be ready in an hour, and wear something nice," he said, winking as he disappeared from the door way.

It'd been almost three days since we'd decided to do a "trail run", and so far things were looking good.

We decided to go all in, sharing a bed every night, instead of just ending up together after a nightmare.

Even though we weren't technically dating, I was still happier than I'd been in years.

That's why I was so nervous for our date.

It was technically our first official date. We already lived together so most of the "couple things" we'd been doing just took place at the house.

But now, it was becoming real, and I was more nervous than I thought I would be.

I grabbed a nice dress out of my closet before heading into the bathroom to make myself look presentable.

Even with Ashton by my side, it'd been a rough couple of days, complete with panic attacks in the middle of the day and nightmares closer to night terrors in the middle of the night.

I assumed that was why he decided on the spontaneous date, to make me feel better, but I was excited regardless of the motive.

I wanted to make sure the whole night was perfect.

Everything else leading up to this point had been, and I didn't want it to be anything short of that.

It was exactly an hour later when Ashton knocked on the door, dressed in a white button down shirt and a pair of black pants.

"You ready to go?" he asked, a smile set on his lips.

I nodded, a matching smile on my face.

"You look amazing," he complimented, making me blush furiously.

I mumbled a 'you too' as I followed him out to the car.

"Is the Blackbird okay?" he asked as we rode down the street in silence.

It was one of the nicer restaurants in Chicago, and I'd only been there a total of one time, but anywhere Ashton wanted to go was good enough for me.

"Perfect," I assured as we pulled into the parking lot.

"Good, because I didn't really have a backup plan," he admitted sheepishly.

I just laughed, making my way out of the car to join him.

"Reservations?" A man with greying hair asked when we entered, sounding bored as ever.

"Irwin," Ashton responded.

The man looked up and down the list of names before him before stepping out from behind the counter.

"Right this way," he said, taking the lead as we followed closely behind.

We followed him to the top floor of the restaurant where he sat us at a table with an incredible view of the city.