Boy Next Door 2 | l.h [completed]

Chapter 11

I told Ashton the whole thing that went on last night with Luke. I told him every detail, every word that was said.

He seemed upset that Luke did kiss me but he brushed it off like no big deal afterwards.

After Luke kissed me, he pulled away slowly when he realized I wouldn't kiss him back.

Then I told him I still didn't forgive him. Afterwards, he backed away slowly and ran away all at once.

Two more months until my due date, or at least until I give birth to my son or daughter.

Ashton still thinks he hasn't proven himself to me yet, but he actually has. I've forgiven him mentally but he doesn't know it.

The day when I give birth I'm planning on telling him I want to be with him. But not yet. Only because I'm still thinking about what Luke had said to me last night.

I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to be thinking about, but it's something.

"Can we just not think about him anymore?" Ashton blurted out.

"What are you planning on doing then?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.

"I don't know. How about we go to the park or something" Ashton shrugged. He got up and placed his mug of coffee into the sink.

"Let's go then" I tried my best to get up, but then had Ashton help me.

"I didn't need help" I muttered.

"Just like when you fell on your back from trying to get off the couch?" He replayed the memories of what happened just days ago. That moment was very embarrassing for me.

I gave him a glare and scolded him for saying that again. He knew I hated when he brought that up.

"Let me just sit down" I mumbled.

He set me down gently, which wasn't needed, and took a seat of his own across from me at the kitchen table.

"Then what do you want to do?" Ashton asked.

"Let's just talk. It feels like all we did so far was get into arguments or just sit around" I rested my elbow on the table and laid my chin in the palm of my hand.

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?" He asked.

"Anything" I shrugged.

"Let's talk about all the horrible things I did to you and how I'm going to make it up to you" he suggested.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't really know" he sighed. "All I want is to have your trust and for you to forgive me so we could at least be friends, you know?" He continued.

He paused then continued again. "I just want it to be the way it was when we liked each other. I liked it that way. I made mistakes but I want to erase those mistakes and seem like I never done those horrible things".

"Ashton-" he cut me off.

"I just want to prove myself to you. I wish I could-" he was getting on my nerves, so I stepped in.

"You did already!" I yelled, not intending to, but whatever.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows in obvious confusion.

"You already proved yourself to me. I was planning on telling you the day when our child was born, but, it just slipped out now" I rubbed the back of my neck for a distraction. I really didn't know what to do now because I never really told someone I forgave them after months of torture from them.