Perspective

36- Better than Peter

"Damn," Asher whistles.

I look towards the door and see him leaning against the wall with a smile.

"Oh crap, is it already 6?" I ask, frantically standing up.

Asher shakes his head. "Nope. I'm just early."

"Who's watching Harper?" I question, putting on earrings.

"Your parents said they would," My boyfriend says.

I run my hand through my hair and tousle it a bit to make it look better.

"Chase, I meant what I said about feeling like I won the lottery," Asher tells me, walking over to me and taking my hands in his own. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him, taking my time to savor his lips and the feeling.

My stomach flutters as he deepens the kiss.

We pull away and look into each other's eyes.

His blue ones are so captivating that I find myself getting lost in them.

I'm the first to look away. "We should probably get going."

Asher swallows hard and runs his hand through his golden hair.

We head downstairs and my mom brings out a camera.

"Mom," I groan as she starts taking pictures.

Asher lets out a loud laugh as I cover my face with my free hand.

"Okay, okay. Take one good picture and I won't bother you guys," Mom says.

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise," She says.

Asher and I shrug before standing in front of the wall.

Right before my mom takes a picture, Asher dips me down for a kiss.

Oh my god. I think my heart just stopped.

He helps me back up as I look at him in shock.

"You're welcome, baby," He winks.

My mom's standing there with the camera and a huge grin on her face.

"Mrs.Ryder? Is it okay if I see the picture?" Asher asks.

Mom nods and shows us the picture.

It's really cute, not going to lie. Also it might be cute because you can't see my face which I'm very thankful for.

Daniel walks out of the kitchen with Harper in his arms.

"Bye, Dada," Harper waves.

Asher walks over and kisses Harper on the head. "Don't drive them crazy, okay?"

Harper eagerly nods.

Asher turns to my parents. "If anything happens, let me know. He should be fine, for the most part."

My parents nod.

"Now, go enjoy your date," Mon says, practically pushing us out of the house.

Asher wraps his arm around my waist as we walk to his car. He helps me in before going to the driver's side and starting the car.

"So, what's tonight's plan?" I ask as he pulls away from my house.

"I was thinking that we could go bowling and then get some Chick-fil-a before going back to my house and chilling in the hot tub," Asher says.