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 my way over to her.

me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah

the roads. He wrinkled his

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

to go down to take a look,” he

a puddle of blood forming beneath

sigh of relief. Then she fainted

into the ER. It was only

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

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

a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung to Ashton once

from the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed

embraced me, consoling, “Don’t worry, nothing bad is going to

my original mission. I took out my phone

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

voice sounded incredibly

John on the line,” I replied

end for a while. “Are you

annoyed, and my voice hardened. “Get John on the line,”

my displeasure. She stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower right now. I’ll be sure to get him to call you back.

dignify her with a response. I flung the phone away from me without

of violence, clattering onto

deftly extracted the memory card, then casually

dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time at all,