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?”

instinctively, then replied, “I’m still on my way

John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as you can. Don’t worry!”

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

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his legs out and headed straight

of blood forming beneath her. She looked rather dazed

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

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

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

look of horror, he glanced down at his dreadful state. He

chair along the

terror from the last time I experienced a miscarriage

me, consoling, “Don’t worry,

fear had subsided, I remembered my original mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It

woman’s voice, however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower. Please call him

voice sounded

John on the line,” I replied

the other end for

voice hardened. “Get John on the

in the shower right now. I’ll be sure to get

response. I flung

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

got up and retrieved the phone. He deftly

dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no