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Thirteen

Luna's POV

(A few days later)

"I want to write a song." I turn my head to look at Ashton who held his glass of wine against his lips as he was cuddled into the grey blanket whilst relaxing on the sofa.

"Okay?" he asks not really sure what to say because my profession is a singer, so obviously I'd write songs. The lights in the house were dim setting a slightly romantic mood, and Michael told us that he and Crystal would look after Oakley for the night to give us some 'romance time'. That makes us responsible for southy the next time they go out.
"But we should drink wine, have sex on this couch." I shrug as I slide on the couch after turning on the fire and picking up my glass and sipping the dark red liquid.

"I like the sound of that." He winks as he lies back on the sofa "as long as you ride me. I'm always topping you." He said.
"Thats because I like you taking control." I laugh "Turns me on you know." I send him a sly smirk and he looks at me with an unimpressed smile.
"Do you know what song of yours turns me on?" Ashton randomly asks. Nightmare?
"Which one?" I ask.
"Nightmare." He admits. How'd I know that.
"Why?" I giggle (courtesy of the wine since I'm a wee bit tipsy.)
"It's very angry." He shrugs, his nose now pressing against my cheek "I love when you're angry because fuck me, it is hot." His hot breath attacking my neck.
"Do you know what turns me on?"
"Go on"
"Babylon, because fuck just the whole song for Calum. I just can't contain myself." I joke "I'm just a HUGE Calum stan." Ashton looks at me with no words and his mouth hangs low.
"Why didn't you marry him then?" I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
"Because I fell in love with you instead." I say stroking his cheek.
"I was joking." He said with a slight chuckle in his words. "But I love you!"

He leans in and places his lips on mine and this was a kiss that wasn't lustful and full of greed, it was soft and passionate. Passionate with love. In this moment we were lost in a bubble of time and space, being with him is the best thing I could ask for. Ashton's heavy and hot breaths radiated off my swollen lips as he pulls to take a quick breather before pressing his lips against mine yet again. He sweeps my body so I am underneath him. His large and rather cold hand moves up the back of my thigh that was naked due to the shorts I was wearing. My hands around his neck and gently pulling on his golden locks. "I want all of you tonight" He growls into my mouth.
"You already have me." I purr into his ear seductively.

....

I find many things underrated, but I think that when you cuddle your other half when your naked (as x-rated as it sounds) it feels like the purest of love. I mean you're holding each other in your arms whilst exposing inches of skin including every flaw. I gently comb Ashton's chest hairs with my fingers as his hands draw circles on my back. We weren't talking but just being in each others was enough. The only light was coming from the TV in our room and the slight red glow from the alarm clock besides him. "Lunie?" He questions looking at me with glowing eyes.
"Hmm?" I hum letting him know he was listening.
"You're twenty-two." He smiles "Happy birthday my love." moving his head down and planting a warm kiss on my forehead.
"Thank you." I chuckle, I think back to my whole breakdown to Crystal about turning Twenty-two. "You know when Crystal reminded me I cried."
"I'm not even surprised." He whispers "Always have been a cry baby since day one." He said. That was a lie, I only started becoming a crying mess after when I was around fifteen years old and the boy who had taken my virginity dumped me a day after telling everyone that I had sex with him. It was worse because barely anyone in my classes had done it so I was branded a 'slut'. I came home crying to Calum and Luke -who were 16 and 17- and they stupidly went to beat up my ex boyfriend, and got in a shit ton of trouble. Since then I've cried at every little thing, I did become emotionless after the car crash but then again we all knew how much I cried only months after.
"You're a liar." I laugh "You're a fucking liar." He looks at me and shakes his head in disapproval.
"And you are quoting your own song lyrics." He laughs
"Not word to word silly." I say sitting up, my breast were now exposed to the cold air and my husband gawks at me with a hint of lust. I moved over and grabbed the nearest shirt or top, which conveniently was Ashton's black full sleeved jumper/shirt thingy with a couple of buttons, the fleece material made it so comfy, slipping it on my exposed body instantly warmed me up. "Gosh Michael booked us a table for dinner to celebrate but with everything that's been going on I really don't feel like it." I sigh pulling my hair up into a ponytail.
"I can call Michael if you want me too." He suggests but I shake my head.
"I'll still go." I tell him "you know me, I don't cancel my plans because I don't feel like it, I just have a mental breakdown before I go." I giggle. My eyes settle on Ashton who is drinking some water from a large bottle which he always had, I don't know why but he does. He looks at me and with a simple head gesture asks if I want some. I nod my head twice and he passes me the large bottle. I sip the cool fluid that I was sharing with Ashton. If that isn't love then what is?

"Hey Lunie?" Ashton's head crooks as he looks at me in a questioning manor.
"Yes.." I trail unsure of whether he is being cheeky or not.
"I am going to give you one of your birthday presents." he has a loved up smile spread across his face that was carved by angels. I have a undeniable feeling this 'present' he is going to give me is a joke of some kind and I wasn't really looking forward to it. My eyes trail behind Ashton who gets up with a blanket wrapped around his waist like a towel, and I watch as he leaves the room. Great present. Within only a couple of moments Ashton walks back in with a envelope in his hands. I had no idea what it could possibly be because he has such a huge excited smile on his face, I manage to convince myself this it was good news for him and not me. "Here." he says sitting in front of me and handing me this envelope. I carefully tear the paper giving me access of the contents inside. It was a letter. I unfold the paper that had ink printed finely on it. My eyes scan the writing however, these few words stuck out to me the most. "IVF booked for 13th November 2019 at 09 00 hours (AM) since you're a patient of ovarian endometrioma surgery is required."

My eye follow the tanned skin to the face of my husband who is waiting for me to say something. "Ashton." I say, my hand cupping his face "I really don't know what to say, we haven't really talked about this." I tell him.
"I know but I could get us a baby." He says his eyes intertwined with hope.
"Did you pay for it yourself?" I ask him.
"yes." he replies. I know Ashton is financially stable hell he's fucking loaded, but this is thousands of dollars we are talking about.
"Ashton that's thousand off dollars, you do know that right?" I laugh lightly.
"I know baby, but I've told you one and I will tell you again anything is worth it if it is for you my love, and i don't care if that leaves me feeling poor, but you want a baby, i want a baby, and it hurts so bad that i can't give you what we want, what you have always wanted, but I am not giving up. We are not giving up." He speaks so passionately "So don't say this is to expensive. Lunie i really don't care how much money i spend on you because in the end we will finally be fully happy. i don't care how much money i lose as long as i end up with a beautiful and healthy baby in my arms."