Ashton smiled as he looked across the table at the two little 6 year olds that sat across from him and Michael. They laughed and giggled as they dipped their chicken nuggets into their assortment of sauces.
The little girl, Destiny, looked at her twin brother and giggled shyly, " You have sauce on face!"
Ashton's smile got bigger as he reached across the table to wipe His son's face. "Ezekiel, be careful, don't get any square on your shirt, we don't have time to go home and change." Ashton said sweetly to the small boy.
"Yes Daddy, I be airfull. I pwomise." The boy promised truthfully, as he continued to eat his McDonald's happy meal, this time being very careful not to get sauce on himself.
"Ashton are you listening to me?" Michael said in an irritated tone.
"Sorry what?"Ashton said, not tearing his eyes off of his children.
"Ashton, I was trying to tell you about the delivery that you have to have to make in 20 minutes. The one with Matt,I was saying that I can't go because I've got to go check the security cameras at home." Michael said with a sigh.
I nodded at him, " Okay, I got it Matt. Can you take the kids, or do I need to?"
"Ash I know you don't like taking them to these type of things, but I'm walking and you know it's not a good idea for them to walk around the city with me, without protection." Michael sighed.
"It's okay, I've got the guns in the van, take one, call me if anything bad happens, immediately this time!" Ashton told him as he started to clean up the little ones mess.
"Daddy, can we get frozen juice?" Destiny asked her father, sweetly.
"Yes babygirl, we will go get smoothies. But first Daddy has a job to do. So we have to go." Ashton said with a smile.
"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?"
"I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched.
"You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard."
"Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face.
"Well, why don't you just write about me then?"
"I don't know you though." He leaned in closer.
"Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again.
"I guess, ya."
"Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.