When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

I nodded and took a deep breath. Having calmed down slightly, I asked Hannah, “Where are you now? Send me your address, and I’ll come over right away.”

“OK!’

After we’d ended the call, I found Ashton looking at me anxiously. “What’s going on?”

“I think Hannah’s going into labor. There’s no one with her right now, so I’m going over,” I said, already making a beeline to my wardrobe to change.

When I had finished, I saw Ashton waiting for me at the door with his car keys in hand.

I was startled but had no time to question him. We immediately got into the car and headed off towards the address Hannah had given.

On the way, I began dialing John. None of my calls were successful.

“Why isn’t John picking up?” I fretted.

Ashton continued driving, his eyes fixed serenely on the road. “Don’t get all flustered yet.”

I knew that I had to compose myself but couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. Hannah’s baby was only seven or eight months old. How can she suddenly be going into labor? Something must have gone wrong.

It was precisely at this crucial moment that John had chosen to go missing.

I considered briefly and decided to give Louis a call. It was quiet on his end of the line. Louis’ rich voice came through clearly. “Scarlett, what’s up?”

“Uncle Louis, where’s John? I think Hannah’s going into labor now. Can you reach him?” I asked hurriedly.

Louis paused, then said, “I’ll look into it. How’s Hannah doing?”

replied, “I’m still on

Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as you can. Don’t worry!” Louis

nodded. Ashton was speeding rather wildly down the roads. He

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

down

lying in the yard with a puddle of

sigh of relief. Then

our arrival at the hospital, Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I let out the breath

of blood all

of horror, he glanced down at his dreadful state. He then commented ruefully, “I’m fine! I’ll go back and

crumpled onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung to Ashton once I’d partially recovered

a miscarriage washed

me, consoling, “Don’t worry, nothing bad

original mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It rang for ages

voice, however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently

The voice sounded

the line,”

was silence on the other end for a while. “Are you

was immensely annoyed, and my voice hardened. “Get John

the shower right now. I’ll be sure to get him to call you

refused to dignify her with a response. I flung the phone away from me

was rather hardy and survived that sudden bout of violence,

got up and retrieved the phone. He deftly extracted the memory card,

Ashton dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time at all, bearing