It's Just Life

The Truth

A/N
There will be some mild cussing so be warned.

Days went by in a blissful blur. I slept in Ashton's house. He didn't question it, I just slept there. Like it was meant to be, as if I had slept there all my life. Every night he pulled me closer and we cuddled. We were woken up by the baby's cry several times in the middle of the night and his mom made breakfast once we finally got ourselves up. We went outside and swung in the swings of the park. I was loving the time with him and enjoyed every second, but still couldn't help the dark thoughts of inevitable events that would eventually happen from plaguing my mind more second by second as the time went by.

The day of dad's court was creeping up, only one and a half months to go. I didn't know what I was suppose to do. The overwhelming feeling of bursting everything to Ashton came back stronger everyday and I found myself struggling to keep my mouth shut. I just bit my lip and reminded myself why I can't tell, why I won't tell. He is too important. He is just too important. He's all I got. Nobody is going to rip him away from me. Nobody.

I woke up to the noices coming from the kitchen. I fluttered my eyes open after a while of trying to keep them stubbornly close and yawned, trying not to fall back to sleep again. I turned my head to look at Ashton who was laying on his back, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. I smiled happily at the familiar sight which I had woken up to for the last week and rolled on top of him so he was trapped underneath me. I gently bit him on the bicep. I saw his head jerk at the sudden sensation.

"Did you just bite me?" I cranked my head upwards and smirked at his hoarse tone.

"Yes I did." After a moment of silence he just wrapped his arms around me and cuddled to my side, blowing my hair away from his mouth and forcing my head back on the pillow.

"We should go downstairs." I muttered but didn't manage to keep my eyes open.

"No we shouldn't." I sighed and let him pull me even closer.

"Hmmm no then."

After another 20 minutes of laying in the bed and talking I finally persuaded Ashton to get up and finally made it downstairs. Anne was making breakfast as we entered the kitchen, the tempting smell of bacon and eggs filled the air while the sizzle of them getting fried made my stomach lurch in hunger. I guess that whole "Let's keep ourselves healthy for the baby by eating grass" thingy was finally over. Ashton seemed to realize the same thing as he sighed overly dramatically and gave Anne a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Hi kids, food's almost done." We thanked and sat down on the table, bringing our heads closer as we continued to talk. I could hear a distant tune of an old song on the radio in the next room, bringing a nostalgic atmosphere into the kitchen. It's warm jazzy rhythm made me smile.

"By the way Sidney," The quiet music was forgotten as I looked at Anne, who turned her back on us and reach up to get something from the shelf, "I have no idea what it is and how it got there but I found it from the doorstep, it's adressed to you. Here you go." She gave me a neatly folded piece of paper, not a single wrinkle ruining the surface. The words "For Sidney" and "VERY URGENT" were sloppily written with an angry red marker on the side, tempting me to open it up. I creased my eyebrows and stared at the paper, not doing anything to it. I knew that Ashton was looking at me, waiting for me to open it up to see what was in it. I didn't want to open it. Nervousness built up inside me as I stared at the paper, feeling the creeps go down my spine. Nobody knew that I was practically living here. Nobody knows, at least shouldn't know. So how did this paper get into Ashton's porch? Was it really that important? Who had brought it? Questions swum in my head as I realized that the paper didn't have any kind of envelope around it so it could've been easily read by anyone who had seen it. Anne saw it. I uncertainly glanced at her, seeing her back once again turned to us as she piled bacon into a plate and hummed along the jazzy tune which was still playing from the living room. Did she have the time to read it? What if she had? What was in the paper?