Ashley
This room felt familiar to me as if I'd been there before, it didn't clock until I saw a pregnant version of myself sitting down on the horrible wooden chairs. I was biting my nails, I look like I'm shaking.

"What if it's bad news, Lewis I can't have bad news."

Just like a key to a lock, all memories started flooding out, I remember this day as if it was yesterday.

"I'm so sorry Mr and Mrs Jamison, we've picked up something in the ultrasound."

I could see the pained expression, I could feel the tears as if they were my own.

"Your baby won't make it, he has a condition called..."

I remember zoning out, not believing anything the consultant was saying. I can feel the freezing horrible feeling starting to slip back under my skin.

"So your telling me that my little boy is going to die?"

I remember watching Lewis loose his temper, I'm standing in the corner of the room watching my life unfold. This day was the start of the end of our marriage. I'm somewhere else now, a bathroom looking place.

"BECKY!"

I can hear myself screaming, I look around the corner and see myself on the floor covered in blood, I feel terrified just looking at me like this.

"PLEASE DO SOMETHING!"

I wanted to help myself but I couldn't, I just had to stand and watch myself in unbearable pain. I close my eyes once more and I'm in the hospital watching me watch my husband walk out.

"Lewis! LEWIS PLEASE!"

My own tears are falling now, I'm just as much of a mess as past Ashley is.

"One more push Ashley, you've got this."

"ARGH!"

I want to scream and I want to shout now, they're holding my lifeless baby boy. Why am I seeing this all again, it's like I'm there but I'm watching from the outside.

"Hey Baby George."

I see him reaching out to me and I remember how that felt, I can feel the tears still falling down my face.

"Not long now."

"Mummy will always remember you Georgie, you'll always be my little boy."

I watch him take his last breath and I want to do something to help, bring my baby boy back but I can't. He's gone and I'm a screaming crying mess.

"Please you can't give up in my baby!"

I look over and see myself screaming at the nurses, I see the heartbreaking expression on my face and I can feel it getting harder to breathe.

I sit bolt upright in bed, I'm unsure to how I got here. Last thing I remember was being on the couch with Joe, I click on my bedside lamp and see a note on the table, I take a moment to think, I haven't had a dream like that in 6 months, I forced myself to lock away those memories until I was ready to deal with them, maybe talking about George, about how I lost him opened up all these bad memories again... I turn my attention back to the note I reach over and just about grab it.

Ashley,
Had a lovely evening, you fell asleep so I brought you to bed. Help me unpack tomorrow?

Joe x

I wiped the sweat from my forehead as a small smile made its way to my lips, I put the note down and snuggled back into a deep but thankfully dreamless sleep.

I was awoken by the blinding sunlight, my blinds were open so that's why. I jumped out of bed and realised I was still in yesterday's clothes. I made my way down to my kitchen, I made myself some crunchy nut and put on the kettle to make myself a cuppa. I was eating my cereal when I heard a knock at the door, I went over thinking it was Joe. I opened the door and saw Lewis, I spat my cereal all over him. I wanted to scream in his face, swear at him as much as possible then kick his sorry ass back to whatever hole he came from but he has a small child with him, so I have to remain calm.

"Ashley, can I come in?"

"No."

"Please I can explain."

"You walked out on me, you don't deserve the time of day."

I went to close the door but he put his foot in the way to stop me.

"Please I just want to talk."

"I said no!"

"Plea~"

"Seriously leave now! You can't just waltz back into my life whenever it suits you but run away while I was losing our little boy!"

Again I went to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"Get off me! It's your fault."

"Is there a problem here."

"No, no problem."

"Ashley?"

"Uh yeah whatever."

Joe
She walked back into her house and closed the door not long after, I could see the hurt clear as day on her face.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Joe Anoa'i and you are?"

"Lewis, Lewis Jamison. What even are you to her? I'm the father of her child."

"Oh you? Just why would you do that to Ashley, why would you leave her alone when she needed you the most, I couldn't even imagine walking out on my girl while she was in labour. You may have been losing your baby but it gave you no right to leave her like that!"

I saw his expression change, almost as if he didn't know that his baby didn't make it.

"I'm here to fix things with my wife, I'm here to fix her, look I brought a peace offering."

He pointed to the child's hand he was holding.

"I adopted him for me and Ashley. I named him George after Ashley's great grandfather."

"You really don't know much about Ashley do you? Or your baby son that she lost!"

"I was married to her for 2 years."

"And you've walked out on her for two. You can't just bring her a child, give it the same name as your baby and think everything is going to be okay. This isn't a situation where you can just stick a bandage on it!"

"Yeah and what do you know about my wife!"

"Boys stop!"

I turned and saw Ashley standing back outside.

"Joe is right, you can't just bring me a child. It doesn't work like that, also I'm your ex wife and I don't want to be with you ever again. George almost killed me and you weren't there, I had to watch as our son took his last breath! You will never understand that pain because you weren't there! Now get off my property."

He just stood there, looking at her funny.

"NOW!"

"Wow!"

"Joe you don't understand, I can't believe he just thought I'd want him back after all the grief he's caused me."

She went back into her house and came out a minute later with different clothes on and a travel mug.

"Let's get unpacking!"

I didn't think she'd want to after that encounter with Lewis?

Ashley
I don't particularly want to help him unpack as such but I do want to spend some more time with him. He seems a genuinely nice guy because he didn't have to defend me against Lewis, but he chose too and he also gives me butterflies in my stomach.

"Come on then!"

I take his hand in mine and pull him across to his house, it's one of the newer houses on the street. I was going to buy this house originally but a couple had already bought it just to sell it mere weeks later. It's a nice house, three bedrooms and two bathrooms.

"What do you think?

"Nice, needs a bit of paint to brighten it up but other than that I love it."

"All the boxes with my stuff are in the back room, living dining space? I haven't really decided on any colours for the room yet all I know is that I want a grey and yellow themed bedroom."

"Ooh nice colour scheme."

It wasn't long until we started unpacking all his things, I found countless football trophies and loads of medals. I'm not trying to be mean but some of the furniture he owns is just weird, like who has a desk chair at there dining table? Like he's got six of them, I mean sure but it's just weird. It didn't really take that long to unpack all his stuff, he only had like 6 boxes, it was only 12 o'clock once we finished.

"Do you want a breakfast sandwich?"

"Go on then!"

I let him make food whilst I started on painting the bedroom walls grey, it was a pretty big room so I know I'll need some help, he's already set up his bed and everything.

"Ash it's ready!"

Best breakfast sandwich I've had in a while, he kept apologising because he accidentally burnt the sausages I found that funny and kinda cute.

"Right let's get back to painting!"

It's been three hours and I'm currently up the ladder painting a difficult part of the wall. I misplace my footing, I realise I've lost my balance and I scream because I am quite high up, I fell off the ladder but luckily Joe was there to catch me, we kinda fell on the floor together. He looked into my eyes and I could feel myself getting pulled towards him, I took a moment and realised his lips were against mine. It didn't take long for the kiss to get passionate, I can hear him pulling the plastic cover off of his bed.

He picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist, he was kissing my neck and I could feel him leaving little marks. He was struggling to unbutton my shirt which I found so unbelievably sexy, after a while of watching him struggle I ripped it off, I've already undone the buttons on my jeans so they'd be easy to slide off. All of our clothes were tossed to the floor and it was my turn to leave little bites all over his neck.

"You ready?"

I let out a breathy yeah and I've got to say best decision I've made all year.

A/N: I know this chapter was a bit slow so I do apologise, I just need to get into my swing with this story. But I hope you still enjoyed and I'll see you soon!