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(Jonathan POV)
I walk in the door with a fresh bouquet of lilacs and roses as a hopeful apology for having to leave to Boston on a moment's notice.
Ashley was probably going to laugh at my pathetic attempt but the smallest of genuine smiles from him always makes my day.
"Honey I'm home!"
I call out.
AJ, Natia, and Isla were so far towards the back of the penthouse that they almost never hear me when I come home.
Ashley stumbles into the kitchen from the dining room and it was as if I was looking at a zombie.
I put down the flowers and my suitcase, rushing to catch him as he falls sideways.
"What the hell happened to you Ash!"
I gently sit him down at the kitchen Island and he goes into a coughing fit.
"I left you for one day and I..."
Peter comes into the kitchen from the living room.
"Hey, what are you doing..."
She comes out next.
"Holy shit, is my living room a clown car of surprises now?"
I shake my head and turn back to Ashley. Ignoring the fact my dead wife was standing right in front of my face.
At this point, nothing surprises me.
"Ashley? Hey, look at me."
I pick up his chin and look at him. His breathing was faster than normal and the cough attacks weren't helping.
"Johnny? You're here?"
He croaks and lays down on the counter. He gently pokes the flowers.
"That's cute." He coughs again and I rub his back, looking over at Peter.
"How long has he been like this?" I ask my brother and he shrugs. He's a doctor so why didn't he help his brother-in-law?
"It seems like he got worse overnight. We've only been here for a few hours. It's probably just pneumonia."
Peter comes over and looks at Ashley. Grabbing his arm and looking at his watch while taking his pulse.
"I've never seen you so worried about him."
Linda comments while I gently rub Ash's back.
"Well he's no longer my best friend."
I grunt and she looks at me confused.
"What is he doing here then?"
She laughs and Peter stops taking the pulse and gives me a small nod.
We would have to take him to the hospital.
"He's my husband."
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