Chapter #20: Was What I Did Wrong

A/N: Sorry for the long wait... I am literally at a blank. Not entirely proofread so point out any errors that you see. Hope you enjoy this nonetheless, the next chapter will not disappoint. I love you all. Happy reading :)x

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"You bought the apartment," I muttered numbly as I shouldered past Veronica. 

She had a huge grin on her face, standing by my side with her hands clasped together, close to her chest. She must've paid so much money. I shook my head, looking towards the high ceilings. It was so open, most things made of wood. It felt so warm, like a little cottage. Big windows took up an entire wall as small stairs near it led up to a medium sized hang-out room. It was so cute, looking even better than it did in the photos I had glanced at. I totally forgot about the apartment and how Veronica had somehow bribed the owner to rent it to us. 

"You haven't seen this," she giggled, grabbing onto my arm and yanking me along with her. I turned my head, glancing at Asher who was chewing on his bottom lip, looking nervous. I couldn't understand it. "The babies room!"

She waved her arm to the small little room. I froze in my spot, my heart hammering hard against my chest- my stomach dropping. It was the last thing I had expected. A small brown crib sat in the corner, next to a bouncy chair. The walls were white, it was a very basic, simple look but it was breath taking. She must've spent at least a thousand dollars on it, and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle the fact that this room was all going to waste, and it was my fault. I hadn't even told Veronica. My heart ached, and I swallowed the lump in my throat nervously. I felt bile rising in my throat as my eyes raggedly examined the room, and my skin suddenly felt itchy, and my fingers shook with horror.

My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Is this why you were gone for a few days?"

She grinned, looking down to my stomach before looking back up to me swiftly. "Yes! Surprise! Again, I really hope you like it. I'm sure the little baby in there will love it."

She poked my belly whole heartedly and I backed away, flinching. She had a look on her face, a look of complete question as she stared down my belly. I threw my hands to cover myself, feeling shy and over analyzed under her gaze. I turned around to look at Asher who was standing against the door frame, his tall figure towering over me. "Is this," I waved my arm to the room behind me. "Why you've been acting so nervous? Scared? Guilty?"

Veronica stepped beside the two of us, her eyebrows raised. "What's going on? I don't understand."

"I helped put it together, I couldn't bare to tell you..." he muttered, shaking his head. He stepped out of the room and I followed swiftly behind him, my hands shaky.

"Asher! Asher how could you?" I burst out, feeling my eyes water. "You! You- you spent money! And helped. And lent a hand, yet you knew... You knew..."

It hurt me to know that all this time he had been with me, he had knew on his other free time that he'd help Veronica put this surprise bedroom together. I totally forgot about the apartment itself, and the guilt was making my head ache. This week just wasn't my week, and I wanted to forget about everything and move on. I understood Asher's reasoning as to continuing to help put the room together, and the pressure he must've been under.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't..." he cursed, turning around and throwing his hands in the air. I stood in front of him, my neck craned up to look at him. His eyes glazed over as he stared at Veronica behind me. I shoved his shoulder, making his attention back at me.

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