We're Getting There // A.I

Chapter 6 // Fahrenheit

May 4 : 192 days till due

~Ashton~

"I wanna bang you like a screen door in a hurricane" I said, my arm slung around her shoulder and my hand dangerously high on her ribcage.

She laughed hysterically, snorting, kissing my cheek sloppily. She smelt a lot like coconut shampoo and my mind reeled. My tie was now stuffed in her back pocket, hanging out a little bit.

"That's the most goddamn stupid thing I've ever heard" she giggled, smiling hugely and hiccuping.

"But it's true," I argued, turning so my back was against my apartment door.

My eyelids were drooping and my hair hung in my face, my smile definitely crooked.

"Happy Valentines Day"

"Ashton!!"

I sit up, pulling the headphones from my head and looking over at Charlie, who's hair is pulled back from her face in a ponytail, earbuds in her ears. She's pointing at the screen attached to the back of the chair in front of her, where I think she's watching a movie.

We're flying over the pacific, and we've probably flown over Hawaii a couple of hours ago. The whole cabin is dark and only a couple of people have their reading lights on, and flight attendants are doing quiet runs up and down the aisles and giving out bags of chips and glasses of apple juice. The hum of the plane engine is soothing and I'd almost fallen asleep.

Charlie admitted to me that flying makes her nervous when we got off the connecting flight at LA and she almost threw up in her carry-on bag. So she hasn't slept the entire flight.

"What?" I whisper, leaning in and turning off my music.

"I just figured out that's Nicolas Cage!" she says loudly, pointing at her movie again.

Someone shushes her but she doesn't hear.

I laugh and bring a finger up to her lips to let her know she's got be quiet, and her eyes follow it until she goes cross-eyed.

I grin at her, smiling because she's smiling.

"Oh my god," I whisper, gently pulling the earphones out of her ears. "Have you ever tried this?"

I lift the headphones off my neck and immediately feel a strange feeling of emptiness on my throat. I put each side of the headphones on her back and her stomach where there's a tiny little baby-bulge that wasn't there before.

I turn the music up and she looks down at her stomach confusedly.

"I don't even think they've got ears get, Ash" she says honestly, looking over at me with puppy dog eyes.

She makes that face every time I talk about or do something to do with the baby. I don't get it.

Wait.

They've?

She did this before, at that hippy birthing circle class thing. She said babies. Like there was two. Two babies. Like twins. Twin babies. Twins. Like she was pregnant with two babies.

"Ashton?" Charlie asks, poking my arm. "Are you okay? You look like you're gonna throw up."

I look out the window to make my stomach calm down. It's pitch black and doesn't comfort me that much.

"I'm fine" I say, my voice breaking.

I think I can handle one kid. I think. But two, god, even the thought makes me feel like I'm gonna faint.