We're Getting There // A.I

Prologue

**FOREWORD: Hey guys I wrote this in 2014 when I was 15 hope you can find some fun in it and don't take the writing/mistakes too seriously! Love y'all** 

OKAY. Hey there everyone. If you were looking for something a little more smutty and fun I have a Calum oneshot up if that's more your thing ;) but anyway! So I was thinking; what do I lack in my life? A dad Ashton story! So that's what this is. It'll have dates to show how far along she is and it'll also say how many days until the due date. I suck at writing intros and intro chapters, so keep reading after this (: Please enjoy!

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March 2nd : 254 days till due

"Okay, baby time, it's baby time"

I shake my hands up and down and bounce on the balls of my feet. Nervousness it taking over.

"You can keep saying that but it's not gonna make it any easier" my friend Jamie calls from the bed, flipping through a magazine, her gum smacking in her mouth.

"I need to build up my courage somehow!" I snap back, refusing to stand still because when I do I seize up in terror.

I have to tell the father today.

"What's his name again? Asher? Ashley?" She asks, clicking her fingers and grabbing for names.

"Ashton" I sigh, resting my forehead against the bathroom mirror, the glass fogging up.

"Ashton! Well, you're running late. Better hurry up if you wanna get to him in time and you know, ruin his life" she says, flipping the page onto the horoscope section.

"You don't know that!" I counter, pulling on my shoes and pointing at her as I grab my keys. "Maybe he's always dreamed of being a dad. Maybe he wants to settle down early."

"Doubt it!" She trills, waving to me as I run out the door. "Have fun Charlie!"

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The most stressful ten minutes of my life is spent waiting for him to show up. I'd gotten Jamie to text him from my phone - being the coward I am - and thankfully he'd been more than happy to meet me at an outdoor café near the park for coffee and, for him, a baby (although he didn't know that part yet).

I tap my fingernails on the metal table and fold napkins into the shapes of tiny swans until the chair in front of me scoots out along the ground with a scraping noise and Ashton sits down.

My breath catches in my throat and I crush my napkin swan between my fingers, forcing a smile to my face.

"Hey!" He says, leaning over and pecking me on the cheek. It sends an electric zap down to my toes and I gulp, suddenly remembering why I'm in this situation in the first place.

"Hi" I say between clenched teeth, my jaw aching.

He's got his wavy hair pulled back, and his smile is almost intoxicating.

Almost.

I wonder if our child will have his pretty hazel eyes, then mentally slap myself for thinking like that so early on.

"How've you been?" He asks casually, taking my hand in his and tracing his thumb over my knuckles.

"Pregnant" I admit, nodding.

Whoop, I think, there it is.

I watch with little amusement as the colour drains out of his face. He swallows and drops my hand.