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?”

then replied, “I’m still on

right. Don’t fret, my dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as

roads. He

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his legs out and

we finally found Hannah, she was lying in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked rather

Hannah saw us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead

the hospital, Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I let out the breath I’d been

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

dreadful state. He then commented ruefully, “I’m fine!

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

last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like

consoling, “Don’t worry, nothing

my original mission. I took out my phone and called

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

The voice

the line,”

silence on the other end

my voice hardened. “Get John

stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower

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

phone was rather hardy and survived that sudden bout of violence, clattering onto the

and retrieved the phone. He deftly extracted the

in no time at all, bearing an