Chapter 7
"What is it mama?" Emily said as she noticed that her mother was standing completely still by the window.
"Uh, nothing," Ashley answered. "You know what? Why don't you sleep with me and mommy tonight," she said turning to give her daughter a tight smile.
"Is it the monster?" the little brunette said, starting to get scared.
"No," Ashley replied. "I just want you to be with us, okay?"
Emily nodded and started getting out of the bed. Ashley went to her and bent down to pick her up off the floor and carried her back to her room with Spencer. Thankfully she had fallen asleep and wouldn't ask any questions as to why about Emily was sleeping with them.
Emily quietly got situated in between her mother's and fell asleep almost immediately. Ashley, however, was too worried to even close her eyes.
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When Spencer woke up she was surprised to feel a body next to hers but saw no head next to her own. At first she thought it was Ashley trying to be frisky but that thought soon vanished as she felt someone snore on her stomach. She lifted the covers to see who was there and smiled softly when she saw Emily.
But then it occurred to her that her wife wasn't in bed and she never wakes up before her, it was just unnatural. So, the blonde got out of bed slowly, so as to not to wake her daughter and started looking for her wife.
She wasn't in any of the bathrooms and she wasn't in the living room.
Then as Spencer neared the kitchen she heard some clattering and Ashley hiss out a "shit!"
"Ash…" the blonde started out carefully as she eyed her wife, who was on the floor surrounded by various pots and pans, and nursing her finger. "What are you doing?"
The brunette looked up. "I was trying to make breakfast but then all this crap fell and I hit my finger when I tried to catch one of the pots," she explained, clearly in distress.
"Babe…why are you trying to cook anyway?" Spencer asked. "Not that I don't love you trying," she added. "But you couldn't cook even if your life depended on it."
Ashley cringed at her wife's choice of words, and hoped the blonde didn't notice, but she did.
Spencer looked at her worriedly. "What is it?"
"It's nothing," Ashley said as she started to stand up. She started to walk out of the kitchen. "I'll pick that up later," she said pointing at the pots and pans behind her.
Spencer followed her wife into the living room, and sat down next to her on the couch. "Ash…what's wrong?" she asked quietly. "Did I do something?"
"No," the brunette was quick say. "You didn't do anything."
"Then, what is it?" the blonde said in a pleading tone.
Ashley swallowed and then closed her eyes as she spoke, "Last night…when I checked Em's room…there was…a picture…" she opened her eyes and looked into Spencer's questioning ones. "It was one of you and…" she swallowed again. "Aiden."
Spencer was silent but continued to look into her wife's brown eyes.
"But that wasn't what had me scared, Spence," she said. "He wrote something on the window…"
"What'd he write?" the blonde asked, softly.
"He said you were gonna be his again," Ashley whispered, brokenly. "What did he mean, Spence?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion. "How far will he go to get you?"
"Oh, sweetie," Spencer said bringing her wife into her arms for a smothering hug. "Don't you let him scare you," she whispered fiercely into her lover's ear. "If you do then he wins."
"But…he was so close to Emily…and we were unaware…he could have just taken her!"
"No," the blonde said firmly. "Emily would have screamed and we would have been there, okay?"
Ashley wanted nothing more than to believe her but something told her that Aiden would have found a way to keep the little girl quiet, and that angered and scared her at the same time.
"Wait…" Ashley said, realizing something. "Is Emily alone?" she asked and bolted off the couch and up the stairs when Spencer nodded. She opened their bedroom door hastily and let out a sigh of relief when she was met with the sight of her sleeping daughter.
Spencer walked up next to Ashley and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on Ashley's shoulder.
"I'm scared, Spence," Ashley whispered.
The blonde pulled away slightly and angled her head to look at her wife. "Of Aiden?"
Ashley nodded.
"Ash…it's just Aiden…I mean, he ran away from you cause you had a water gun remember?"
The brunette pulled out of her lover's embrace to turn around and look at her incredulously. "Just Aiden? In case you've forgotten," she started. "He forced himself on you," she said in a harsh whisper.
"Yes, I remember. How could I forget the day Emily was conceived?" Spencer said sarcastically. "But you know what? I don't care, I'm over it. And as much as I hate to admit it, I should be thanking him. We should be thanking him. He gave us Emily."
"Are you deluded?" Ashley said with wide eyes, looking at her wife like she was crazy. "He raped you, Spencer. He could be capable of anything."
Spencer sighed. "You're right…I'm sorry," she whispered. "You know I like to live in denial."
"Should we call the police?" Ashley asked.
"Nah, I don't think there's enough proof to get him," Spencer said. "Let's just wait and see what happens."
"Okay," Ashley agreed, although she wasn't too sure with the plan. What if they wait and something worse happens?
Spencer knew Ashley was still worried so she kissed her forehead and whispered, "Just let it go, Ash. Please."
1 month later
"Mommy!" Emily yelled running into the living room with a mini guitar strapped on. She stood in front of Spencer, who was on the couch. "Look what mama showed me," she the started strumming crazily, not really playing anything, and started dancing around. "Welcome to the jungle! W-We got fun and games!" she sang.
Just then Ashley walked into the living room with a smile and watched Emily continue to dance around.
"If you got the money, h-honey, we got your disease!" the little girl sang and then dropped to her knees pretending to play a solo.
"Ash…you have got to stop teaching her such inappropriate songs," Spencer tried to say firmly but couldn't contain her smile. How could she not smile? Their kid was cute.
Ashley scoffed playfully as she went to sit down next to her on the couch. "What do you expect me to teach her? Kelly Clarkson? Puh-lease."
Spencer shook her head then looked down at her daughter who had stayed on the floor. "Aren't you gonna get up rock star?" she asked.
Emily shook her head.
"Why not?" Spencer asked, amused.
"I'm pooped," the girl replied, breathing heavily.
"And why's that?"
Emily sat up and looked at her seriously. "You wouldn't understand…it's hard work being as good as I am, mommy," she said then let herself fall back to the floor.
"Oh god," Spencer said with a laugh. "She is turning into you," she said turning to her wife.
Ashley smiled. "And you say that like its a bad thing," she said leaning in to kiss he.
"Mm, maybe it isn't," the blonde said meeting the brunette for a slow kiss.
Ashley put her hand to cup Spencer's cheek and deepened the kiss. They continued to kiss this way even when Ashley felt eyes on her. She just opened her eyes and was met with Emily's smiling face, but it didn't stop her from kissing Spencer.
"Uh, hello? Needy child wanting attention," Emily said.
Spencer entered reality and pulled away from Ashley with a small laugh and looked at Emily. "What is it?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm hungry," she stated with a smile, that oddly resembled Ashley's; nose crinkle and all.
"Hungry?" Ashley echoed. "Didn't you eat half an hour ago? See Spence I told you she was looking plump," she said teasingly.
"Mama," Emily whined. "I'm wasting away herrree."
"Okay," Spencer laughed, getting up. "Let's go feed you, you bottomless pit."
"Yeah, come on mini me," Ashley said picking Emily up and throwing her over her shoulder while she squealed happily.
The scare from last month was still in the back of Ashley's mind, even though Spencer kept telling her to forget it. And even though everything seemed fine.
But that was her problem.
Everything seemed fine.
Why would Aiden scare them and then follow up with nothing? Was his plan to drive her crazy? Or was he planning something big?
She wasn't sure she wanted the answer.
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