Perspective

35- Prom

"Good job, Harp!" I say as he stacks the last block on the tower.

He giggles just as it all falls down.

"Aww," He says and starts building it up again.

I smile and lean back against my bed frame, watching him play.

My phone rings and I reach behind me to answer it. Aspen.

"What's up," I ask her.

"What are you doing right now?" She asks.

"Playing with Harper."

"You're at home right?"

"Yup."

"Okay cool, we brought you a dress and you're going so with us."

"Aspen, I can't. Asher's still in Italy and I don't want to go without him."

"Please? It'll mean a lot to all of us if you came."

"I don't know...I don't want to fifth wheel the entire night."

"I promise you won't. Please, Chase?"

"Fine."

"Alright Jess and I are coming over and we'll get ready at your place."

"Okay. See ya."

"Love ya."

"Love you too."

I end the call and rub a building block in between my fingers.

My thoughts drift to Asher. The last time I called him was on Wednesday. It's Saturday now and I miss him so much.

Harper misses him too but he's been managing pretty well.

"Mommy?" Harper calls.

I snap out of my daze. "Yeah?"

He points to my hand.

I look down and give him the blue block.

He builds the tower again and sits down in my lap.

"Good job, baby," I say, kissing the top of his head.

"Mommy, where Dada?" Harper asks.

I swallow. "He's in Italy. He'll be back soon."

"O-kay," Harper says.

I hear Aspen and Jess talking to my mom before my bedroom door opens.

"Hey, girl!" Aspen greets me.

Harper gets off me so I can stand up.

"I'm sorry that you don't get to do this with Asher," Aspen says, giving me a hug.

"It's okay," I assure her.

"Hey, Harper," Jess greets the two year old.

Harper waves and hugs my leg.

I pick him up and balance him on my hip. "Do you want to watch Mickey Mouse while we get ready?"

Harper nods.

I put Mickey Mouse on my laptop and let him sit on my bed so he can watch.

About an hour later, the three of us are dressed and look really good.

We go downstairs with Harper.

Dylan and Carter are talking to someone else in my living room.

When they hear us, they turn and look at us.

My jaw drops and I nearly jump over the banister to hug him.

"Asher!" I say, running to him and hugging him tight.