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?”

on my way over to her.

dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as

speeding rather wildly down the roads. He wrinkled his brow as if he was ponding

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

alley. My car won’t be able to enter. I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking

puddle of blood

saw us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she

wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I let out the breath I’d been holding ever since

back to look at Ashton, only to see streaks of blood all over his body. His hands

his dreadful state. He then commented ruefully, “I’m fine! I’ll go back and

the shock, and I crumpled onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung to Ashton

the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over

me, consoling, “Don’t worry,

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

“Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower. Please call

The voice

John on the line,” I

on the other end for a while. “Are you

annoyed, and my voice hardened. “Get John

really in the shower right now. I’ll

with a response. I flung the phone away from me

that sudden bout of violence, clattering onto the floor with

up and retrieved the phone. He deftly extracted the

arrived in no time at all, bearing an entirely new