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Blinded By You

Spencer's POV

I was born into a world of darkness.

I've never been able to see the ocean for myself.

I can only sit on the warm sand and listen to the waves as they come crashing into the shore.

I only know the true colors of anything because of what other people have told me.

I find it kind of depressing really.

Extremely depressing.

I'm twenty-two years old, and I have never seen the faces of my family, or any other person in this world for that matter. My own face is a mystery to me. For I have never seen it. I've been told from a

lot of people that I'm pretty, or that they find me attractive.

But I can't see them

Sure, I can feel people's faces and some what be able to tell what they look like, but it will never be the same as if I could really see what they look like.

I wonder almost all the time what it would be like if I could see.

Maybe I could go out clubbing with friends.

Maybe I could meet girl and fall in love.

Even though I'm blind I do ;however, know that I like women.

I've tried dating a couple of guys, but it never worked out. I could never feel a spark.

I've never had a girlfriend though.

I have been set up on many dates by my friends, but they never work out either. I always get too nervous or the person I'm on the date with never calls me back.

I guess that most girls don't like that I'm blind. You would think that after all this failure at dating that I would just give up.

But I definitely know that I'm attracted to women.

So I am not going to give up.

I'd love to one day marry the girl of my dreams and have a family.

But these dreams seem way to far off.

I doubt that they will ever come true.

After all, I am blind and twenty-two.

Ashley's POV

I was lounging out in the backyard by the pool.

Just enjoying my day.

Work had been overwhelming.

Ethan was riding me. When would he realize that now I'm a producer and things will be done, once they are done?

So I decided to take some time off in the backyard. The sun was warm and inviting. So here I was in a lawn chair soaking up the beautiful rays the sun has to offer.

Everything around me was quiet and I was at total peace.

But of course that never lasts too long.

"Dawn get back here!" I hear Jenny yell from the open door leading into the kitchen.

I look up at her voice just in time to feel a small body collide into mine.

"Momma!" Dawn yelps as she climbs into my lap and smears something all over my stomach.

I hold my three year old at arms length and see her face covered in chocolate pudding.

"Did you get chocolate pudding all over momma?" Jenny questions.

Dawn looks down at my stomach then back over at Jenny. Her eyes start to swell up with tears and I pull her into me, hugging her.

"Dawn, honey, look at me," I speak softly.

I tilt her head up, and I see her bottom lip trembling.

"I'm not mad honey, I swear. It will come right off. No problem. See?" I say as I take a finger and wipe some of the pudding off of me with a smile. I lick the pudding off my finger and she smiles wildly.

"And on the bright side, it taste good," I say as I place a light kiss on the tip of her button nose.

I pick her arm and place her on my hip as I walk towards Jenny.

"Hey baby," she smiles before she places a kiss on my lips. "How was work?"

"Same as usual. You know Ethan. He's so god damn stubborn. He has absolutely no patience."

"Ash, I told you, don't use that kind of language in front of Dawn. I don't want our daughter to have that kind of vocabulary at three years old," She scolded me.

I look at Dawn and see the top of her curly brown hair. She has her face tucked into my neck and is currently taking a short nap. I peck Jen's lips and smile at her, "I'm sorry Mrs. Davies. Now what's for

dinner. I'm starved."

"Well, I made your favorite, steak and potatoes."

"Yes! I love you, Baby."

"I love you too."

After dinner and a highly needed shower on my part, Jenny and I placed Dawn into her bed and of course, read her a bed time story.

After we put Dawn to bed I scooped Jen up in my arms and carried her to our room.

"Why, Mrs. Davies is there a reason as to why you are carrying me?" she asked with a smirk.

"Well, I thought that my wife should always be carried, her feet shall never touch the ground. Never!" I exclaimed with a slight laugh.

I placed Jenny on our bed and kissed her deeply. Her hands found their way to the front of my shirt and she started to unbutton it.

"I'm guessing I'm not getting any sleep tonight."

Jenny giggled and pulled me fully on top of her.

"You would have guessed right."