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    Saving Grave. – (Chapter: No, You Aren’t Leaving.)

    Spencer’s POV.

    Ok, she is going to be here in less than an hour.  I’m freaking out a little here.  Ok, I’m freaking out a lot.  I’m about to meet a gorgeous girl that is the mother of my son.  That shouldn’t be stressful, right?  Haha.  Right.  I really want a glass of wine.  You know, or a bottle of tequila.  That is more what I feel like right now.  I’m wearing jeans and a cute top.  I didn’t want to look like I was going overboard with this whole situation.  Damnit.  This must be a lot for her.  She is meeting her son and my whole family today.  Damn.  Maybe we can share a bottle of tequila.  No, bad idea.  Shit.  That was the doorbell.  Maybe it’s my Mom.  Just breath.

    Ashley’s POV.

    I can’t believe I spent three hours getting ready.  Are you kidding?  I think I wore about two hundred different outfits, and I couldn’t figure out which one to wear.  So, I’m wearing jeans and a cute top.  Hopefully it does not look like I’m trying to hard.  Ok, ready.  There is her house.  Deep breath.  In and out.  Ok, ring the doorbell.  Yes, there you go.  My body is functioning properly, but I’m not to sure about my mind.  Alright.  She is opening the door.  Oh My God.  Run.  Don’t run.  Holy shit she’s beautiful.  She’s standing right in front of me, and I can’t breath.  She’s even prettier than the pictures.

    Spencer’s POV.

    Wow.  She’s ten times more beautiful than that picture.  We’ve been looking at each other for a few minutes now.  I think I should say something.

    "Hey Ashley."

    "Hey Spence."

    "You can come in if you want."  Spencer opened the door to allow her to pass.

    "Where’s Aiden?"  Ashley said as she looked around.

    "He’s in his room.  He spilt soda all over his shirt.  So, I made him change."  Spencer said.

    "Aw.  Hey, thanks so much for those pictures.  I know I said it before, but it meant so much to me."  Ashley said.

    "No problem."  As Spencer said this, Aiden walked into my room.

    "Hey Aid.  This is Ashley."  Spencer smiled at him.

    He looked her up and down a few times.  "You’re pretty."  He said.

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