Ashton and I had been married for two and a half years, and I had something to tell him.
I finished cleaning the house and sat on the couch, waiting for him to come home. He already knew that I needed to talk to him.
When he got home, he sat on the couch by me.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
"I'm pretty sure." I replied.
We had wanted this since before we even got married, and I was certain he'd be happy about it. I most definitely was thrilled about it.
"Well, what's going on?" He wondered.
"Well, come here." I said.
He followed me into our bedroom, where I had pictures on the top shelf in our closet.
I had to stand on my toes to get the ultrasound photos down.
I handed him the pink envelope, and he opened them.
"You're pregnant!?" He was grinning. I nodded.
"Oh my god, that's amazing! How far along?" He wrapped his arms around me.
"Almost five months. It's a girl." I answered.
We were both crying tears of joy and he got down on his knees.
"Hey, baby girl. This is one of your dads. I love you. We love you so much. We can't wait to meet you." He kissed my tiny bump, which could have still passed off as bloating or hidden with a big sweater.
"I love you so much." He said, pressing him lips to mine.
"I love you more." I responded. He shook his head.
"What should we name her?" He asked. My answer was immediate; I had it planned for almost three years.
"Lillian." I stated.
He nodded.
"After my cousin." I added. He already knew, but it needed to be said.
"Yeah. I think it's a wonderful idea." He said.
I pressed my lips to his.
I was so glad I had Ashton, and that we were about to start our own little forever.
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Notes (Lashton)
Fanfiction"Who the hell keeps putting love notes in my locker?" In which Luke keeps finding notes with beautiful messages written on them in his locker, but he can't figure out who's writing them.
