Perspective

14-Italy

"Everything is so pretty," I say in awe.

"Even me?" Asher asks.

I roll my eyes and continue to stare out the window of the limo.

The limo enters this gated neighborhood and stops in front of a mansion.

The driver says something in Italian to which Asher replies.

"Alright, Ryder. We are here," Asher tells me with a smile.

We get out of the car and I carry Harper while Asher gets the diaper bag and the driver gets the suitcases.

"Asher!" A man calls from the door.

I recognize him as Asher's dad.

"Dad!" Asher runs to his father and hugs him.

Mr.Bradley catches sight of Harper and I.

"Oh, you must be Chase," He says with a smile. "I'm Alex."

"It's nice to meet you," I say with a friendly smile.

"You too." He looks at Harper. "My little boy has grown so much."

I hand Harper over to him.

"Baby, you remember Grandpa?" Asher asks Harp.

"Papa!" Harper squeals, hugging Alex.

"You two should go put your stuff up while I watch Harper for a bit," Alex says, tickling Harper's belly.

Asher and I nod as the driver heads inside with our suitcases.

"Harper, stay with Grandpa while we go upstairs, okay?" Asher asks his son.

Harper looks at me and reaches his arms out.

"Mama," He says.

I can feel Asher and Alex starting at me as I take Harper, but I'm too scared to see their expressions.

I glance up for a split second and see Asher smiling and Alex smirking at his son.

"Let's go," Asher places his hand on the small of my back and gently guides me inside.

I try to ignore the tingling feeling that goes through me.

"Whoa," I breathe when I see the interior.

There's a huge staircase in the center that leads in two separate directions.

Almost like the stairs in Beauty and the Beast.

The floors are spotless, the ceiling is adorn with chandeliers and glass panes.

"Just wait until you see our room," Asher says, nudging me with his arm.

"Our room?" I ask.

"It's two rooms that are conjoined. Instead of a door, there's a thick curtain between the two," Asher says. When I give him a confused look, he continues. "You'll see once we get up there."

After a couple minutes, we get to our room.

It's gorgeous. There's a deep maroon velvet curtain that serves as a wall between the two rooms. The door is on Asher's side. He has a huge bed and a crib that is connected to the side. There's another door that leads to a bathroom and a walk in closet.

"Your side looks the same, except there's no crib," Asher tells me.

"This is amazing," I say.

"We probably won't be in here a lot since there's so much I want to show you," He explains.