When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

We both fell silent. Suddenly, a baby’s wail broke the silence.

“I’m sorry. My kid’s still young and doesn’t like being away from me, so I usually bring him to work.”

As Lydia spoke, she walked into the adjoining room. When she emerged again, she was holding a baby who was swaddled in a blanket. She coddled him for a while and he stopped crying. It was a rather warm sight to behold.

That’s Jackson’s kid. I

“How many months is he?” For some reason, my nose suddenly felt sharp as if I were about to cry. I walked over to her and looked at the baby, who wasn’t scared in the slightest. He looked quite a lot like Lydia and was very quiet.

“Just under six months.” Lydia’s face lit up with a smile as she talked about her child.

Kids were always particularly welcoming. I couldn’t help but reach out toward his little chubby cheeks when footsteps suddenly sounded up right outside the door. I turned around before touching the baby.

At the sight of Jackson standing in the doorway, I pulled my hand back awkwardly.

looked at me for a couple of seconds before walking toward Lydia and taking the baby from her. His face finally softened slightly as

relief, having basically readied myself to

told me

thought I was hearing things and looked up rapidly

good. At least now you won’t have any regrets.” After that, Jackson turned his attention back to his kid and wife, clearly

them seemed to bask in a warm familial glow that I was clearly not a part of. I was starting to feel a bit awkward when Ashton walked in. The two men nodded at each other as a way

thinking about Jackson’s cold attitude. It felt like a heavy rock was crushing my chest, making it a bit hard for me to

wrong. He drove off for a bit and stopped the car

did Jackson say to

shook my head. “He didn’t say

me so much. Macy, Jackson and I had been childhood friends for a long time. We had fought before, but usually, we got over our differences quickly enough once we argued it out. No one ever held grudges. On the contrary,

meet up and talk things out properly. Maybe