Perspective

15-It's like fireworks in my mouth

Nothing is better than waking up to the cries of a 23 month old boy.

I can hear Asher let out an exhausted sigh from the other bed. He turns on the lamp and cradles Harper.

"You're okay, baby," He softly says. "Dada's got you."

Harper's sobs subside and he falls back asleep.

"I love you, Harper," Asher says and tucks his son back in.

They have the cutest relationship ever.

"Chase, go back to sleep," He suddenly says. "He's asleep and shouldn't wake up anymore."

"Does he always have nightmares?" I ask, laying back down.

Asher turns the lamp off. "Sadly, yes. He wakes up once every single night while crying."

"Wow, I'm sorry. It must be hard on both of you."

"It's okay, we get used to it."

There's some silence before he speaks. "Anyways, go to sleep. We have a lot of things to do in the morning."

It's our first night in Italy and we decided that we're going to explore a bit tomorrow since Asher will be busy on the the third and fourth day.

"Good night, Ash," I mumble.

"Night, Chase," Asher replies and we both go back to sleep.

I wake up again to the sound of something banging together.

"I DONT GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF Y'ALL!" Alex screams, banging two cookie sheets together.

"DAD!" Asher shouts, jumping out of bed and shoving his dad out of the room.

"Mama?" Harper calls, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

I get out of my bed and cross the room to him.

"Hey, baby," I greet him, climbing on the bed and sitting criss-cross.

Harper crawls into my lap and rests his head on my chest.

I gently rub his back and he falls asleep again.

The bedroom door opens and Asher walks in with a silly grin on his face.

"what?" I question.

"He forgot that Harper was here, so he decided that it would be funny if he woke us up like that." Asher says, shaking his head. "Is Harp okay?"

"Yeah."

Asher walks over and sits down next to me. He carefully takes a sleeping Harper in his arms and kisses the top on his head.

I just watch as Asher gazes at his son with loving eyes. As I'm watching, I notice Asher's eyes suddenly get glossy.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, reaching over and squeezing his hand.

"Yeah," He assures me. "I was just thinking about what would've happened if I left Harper in his birth mother's hands."

That was the the first he has ever mentioned the mom.

And that was it.

He tucks Harper back in and announces that he's going to shower since it's 7am anyway.

I, on the other hand, decide to get some more sleep. Since I'm lazy as hell, I sprawl out on Asher's bed and stare at the ceiling.

Asher walks out of the bathroom a little later. He has on slim dark blue jeans and a black Henley.

Saying he looks like a snack would be an understatement.

His blonde hair is slightly wet but he's drying it with a towel.