Spencer stood in the door way shifting from foot to foot nervously holding a bottle of wine while Ashley stared at the woman like she’d never seen anything quite so beautiful, the blonde tucked a strand of hair behind her head chuckling softly bringing the brunette back to reality, “Are you going to let me in?”

Ashley shook her head to clear her thoughts, the butterflies in her stomach going beyond crazy, she was unsure on how to take this. The feeling was stronger than any of the emotions she felt toward the guys she’d dated and certainly went beyond what she felt for Aiden, “Yeah of course…sorry,” she stepped aside allowing the blonde to come in.

Spencer glanced around at the apartment, she liked it. Her place seemed to big and hardly lived in since she was either at the office working with her father or visiting her friends and family, “Nice place,”

“I know its small…”

“…no I love it,”

Ashley raised an eye brow at how fast Spencer spit that out causing the woman to blush a bit, “Really?”

“Very…” Spencer glanced around again, seeing the small kitchen and shoes by the door, the house smelled of frebreeze and watermelon candles, “lived in. I brought some wine,” she spun around to face the brunette holding the bottle out ward.

Ashley inwardly chuckled at how nervous Spencer seemed, the fast talking and change of subject was definitely cute, “I’ll get some glasses,” she reached out taking the bottle, their fingers brushing against each other sending chill up both their spines, eyes locked silently in an intense moment before Spencer looked away and pretended to check the rest of the apartment out while Ashley went into the kitchen to open the wine and get two glasses.

“Is this you?” Spencer called from the living room.

Ashley peeked her head out the door while trying to get the cork out of the bottle, seeing the picture Spencer held in her hands facing it toward the brunette to see, “No that one is Taylor the one beside it is me,” she offered ducking back into the kitchen.

Spencer put the frame back down and glanced at the of Ashley, the two pictures were almost identical, taken at the same place with the same back ground and the babies wore the same outfit, blue jeans with tiny baby boots white shirt and leather jackets over them, there brown hair short at that age brushed to the side and wide smiles plastering their faces, “My father thought it’d be cute,”