can I be him?

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

“She seemed okay. The paramedic said they didn’t see anything wrong. She might be early with how tiny she is but her breathing was good. I just- I could kill your sister.”

“At least she seems to be okay.” He spoke, squeezing her hand. “I would say she’s early but if she’s not struggling or anything at all then I’d say that’s a good thing right?”

“It’s not bad. She just was super tiny and she was freezing. Like she was struggling the regulate her temperature. Though might just be something she gets from me.”

“Oh 100%.” He nodded, lifting her hand and kissing it softly. “She’s gonna be just like you. I just know it.” He spoke. “How much for you think she weighs? If you had to guess?”

“At most? 6. And honestly that feels like a stretch. I want to say four, but goggle says she’d need to go in the NICU for that and there’s no way we can afford her to go there.”

“I mean sadly it’s not a matter of what we can and can’t afford babe.” He sighed. “I have a feeling she’s going to end up there anyways. Even if it’s just for a few hours for observation. I mean, I want her to be fine and healthy without it but it doesn’t feel very likely to me, sadly. Not with the fact you’ve been pregnant for months and we had no idea..”

Zoey nodded, “I know. You’re right. It just- it sucks and we’re going to do into so much debt. Especially now that I’m going to have to be admitted to. That’s to hospital bills.”

“It does.” Asher nodded, looking over at her as he grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She had a a good reason to be worried about bills; sure, they both still lived at home but most of their extra curricular activities and even food sometimes came out of their weekly allowances, and it wasn’t like Zoey got much at all. There was no way Asher’s allowance would ever cover two medical bills. “But bills I can take care of. Send in my allowance once a month, make an effort.” He spoke. “There’s not much more I can do about that part right now but I could never live with myself if I didn’t agree to let you guys go and something happened.”

“If we don’t go. We don’t get our daughter.”

Nodding, Asher turned on the car and followed along behind the ambulance, making their way to the hospital. Once there, Asher got out of the car, helping Zoey out of truck. “Let’s go see what they say about her.” He spoke gripping her hand.

Zoey laced her fingers together with Asher, her entire body still slightly shaking. Still in shock she softly whispered again “I- I didn’t know.”

"Neither of us knew, babe." he shook his head. "I know these people don't know us, but, anyone that did would know we'd never intentionally do anything to hurt anyone, much less a baby." he sighed. "I know we're young, but, we've been serious about starting our own family for years. As soon as we could." he sighed. "So it just.. sucks that anyone could think any differently of us."

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

“She seemed okay. The paramedic said they didn’t see anything wrong. She might be early with how tiny she is but her breathing was good. I just- I could kill your sister.”

“At least she seems to be okay.” He spoke, squeezing her hand. “I would say she’s early but if she’s not struggling or anything at all then I’d say that’s a good thing right?”

“It’s not bad. She just was super tiny and she was freezing. Like she was struggling the regulate her temperature. Though might just be something she gets from me.”

“Oh 100%.” He nodded, lifting her hand and kissing it softly. “She’s gonna be just like you. I just know it.” He spoke. “How much for you think she weighs? If you had to guess?”

“At most? 6. And honestly that feels like a stretch. I want to say four, but goggle says she’d need to go in the NICU for that and there’s no way we can afford her to go there.”

“I mean sadly it’s not a matter of what we can and can’t afford babe.” He sighed. “I have a feeling she’s going to end up there anyways. Even if it’s just for a few hours for observation. I mean, I want her to be fine and healthy without it but it doesn’t feel very likely to me, sadly. Not with the fact you’ve been pregnant for months and we had no idea..”

Zoey nodded, “I know. You’re right. It just- it sucks and we’re going to do into so much debt. Especially now that I’m going to have to be admitted to. That’s to hospital bills.”

“It does.” Asher nodded, looking over at her as he grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She had a a good reason to be worried about bills; sure, they both still lived at home but most of their extra curricular activities and even food sometimes came out of their weekly allowances, and it wasn’t like Zoey got much at all. There was no way Asher’s allowance would ever cover two medical bills. “But bills I can take care of. Send in my allowance once a month, make an effort.” He spoke. “There’s not much more I can do about that part right now but I could never live with myself if I didn’t agree to let you guys go and something happened.”

“If we don’t go. We don’t get our daughter.”

Nodding, Asher turned on the car and followed along behind the ambulance, making their way to the hospital. Once there, Asher got out of the car, helping Zoey out of truck. “Let’s go see what they say about her.” He spoke gripping her hand.

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

“She seemed okay. The paramedic said they didn’t see anything wrong. She might be early with how tiny she is but her breathing was good. I just- I could kill your sister.”

“At least she seems to be okay.” He spoke, squeezing her hand. “I would say she’s early but if she’s not struggling or anything at all then I’d say that’s a good thing right?”

“It’s not bad. She just was super tiny and she was freezing. Like she was struggling the regulate her temperature. Though might just be something she gets from me.”

“Oh 100%.” He nodded, lifting her hand and kissing it softly. “She’s gonna be just like you. I just know it.” He spoke. “How much for you think she weighs? If you had to guess?”

“At most? 6. And honestly that feels like a stretch. I want to say four, but goggle says she’d need to go in the NICU for that and there’s no way we can afford her to go there.”

“I mean sadly it’s not a matter of what we can and can’t afford babe.” He sighed. “I have a feeling she’s going to end up there anyways. Even if it’s just for a few hours for observation. I mean, I want her to be fine and healthy without it but it doesn’t feel very likely to me, sadly. Not with the fact you’ve been pregnant for months and we had no idea..”

Zoey nodded, “I know. You’re right. It just- it sucks and we’re going to do into so much debt. Especially now that I’m going to have to be admitted to. That’s to hospital bills.”

“It does.” Asher nodded, looking over at her as he grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She had a a good reason to be worried about bills; sure, they both still lived at home but most of their extra curricular activities and even food sometimes came out of their weekly allowances, and it wasn’t like Zoey got much at all. There was no way Asher’s allowance would ever cover two medical bills. “But bills I can take care of. Send in my allowance once a month, make an effort.” He spoke. “There’s not much more I can do about that part right now but I could never live with myself if I didn’t agree to let you guys go and something happened.”

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

“She seemed okay. The paramedic said they didn’t see anything wrong. She might be early with how tiny she is but her breathing was good. I just- I could kill your sister.”

“At least she seems to be okay.” He spoke, squeezing her hand. “I would say she’s early but if she’s not struggling or anything at all then I’d say that’s a good thing right?”

“It’s not bad. She just was super tiny and she was freezing. Like she was struggling the regulate her temperature. Though might just be something she gets from me.”

“Oh 100%.” He nodded, lifting her hand and kissing it softly. “She’s gonna be just like you. I just know it.” He spoke. “How much for you think she weighs? If you had to guess?”

“At most? 6. And honestly that feels like a stretch. I want to say four, but goggle says she’d need to go in the NICU for that and there’s no way we can afford her to go there.”

“I mean sadly it’s not a matter of what we can and can’t afford babe.” He sighed. “I have a feeling she’s going to end up there anyways. Even if it’s just for a few hours for observation. I mean, I want her to be fine and healthy without it but it doesn’t feel very likely to me, sadly. Not with the fact you’ve been pregnant for months and we had no idea..”

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

“She seemed okay. The paramedic said they didn’t see anything wrong. She might be early with how tiny she is but her breathing was good. I just- I could kill your sister.”

“At least she seems to be okay.” He spoke, squeezing her hand. “I would say she’s early but if she’s not struggling or anything at all then I’d say that’s a good thing right?”

“It’s not bad. She just was super tiny and she was freezing. Like she was struggling the regulate her temperature. Though might just be something she gets from me.”

“Oh 100%.” He nodded, lifting her hand and kissing it softly. “She’s gonna be just like you. I just know it.” He spoke. “How much for you think she weighs? If you had to guess?”

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

“She seemed okay. The paramedic said they didn’t see anything wrong. She might be early with how tiny she is but her breathing was good. I just- I could kill your sister.”

“At least she seems to be okay.” He spoke, squeezing her hand. “I would say she’s early but if she’s not struggling or anything at all then I’d say that’s a good thing right?”

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Zoey gave a small smile but cringed in pain, “You’re hot when you’re pissed.” She joked? Pulling down the mirror to look at herself. Her hair was only partially dried. Her face was a wreck, and she was still only in Asher’s shirt. She whimpered softly, “I look homeless.”

“It just - this whole situation is stupid.” He shrugged. “I’m pissed that we may end up loosing our daughter over a situation we can’t control.” He sighed. “And just- i don’t know I want her to be okay. That’s all I’m thinking about and I’m worried we won’t be able to protect.”

Shaking his head Asher exhaled, looking at her before he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. It was a simple gesture, but something he'd found himself doing without even realizing it most of the time. "Wait, so we're going to the hospital like they told us and we still may come home without a baby?" he questioned. "And there's no way in hell that we're leaving that hospital without charges being put on Grace unless it's because you chose too. There's no way.. there's a literal bruised handprint on your face."

Shaking his head, Asher looked down at her, placing his hands on her waist. "Honestly, no." he sighed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "I don't want to do down there at all, but I know that's not entirely an option. Can't we just stay here for awhile? Make an appearance later and then come back?" he laughed.

Zoey giggled, burring her nose into his chest before kissing his chest. “I wish. But knowing your body mother she will send your sister to find us assuming we’re having sex.”

"I don't know if Mom even knows we have had sex." he admitted. "I mean, it's not like I go around telling her." he laughed. "Though, I'd assume they're not blind to it. I don't know." he rambled. "Fifteen more minutes?" he asked. "I'll behave I promise." he winked.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t.” Zoey mumbled, kissing his neck. Her grip on his shirt momentarily tightened as she was hit with another ‘cramp’. As he whined though, Zoey laughed, tugging on his hand and pulling him from the room. “Come on.”

As she took his hand and lead him out of the bedroom, he followed along closely behind her, one hand pressed against her side in an effort to keep her close. "If you happen to find the table with all the sweets, that's where you'll find me if we get separated." he laughed. "But I don't plan to leave your side if I can help it."

Zoey gripped tightly to the back of his shirt and nodded, “Like I’m leaving that table at all tonight.” Zoey laughed softly, tucking her head into his side as people stared.

"I'd say I'd join you but you know that would just make people stare more and I know you hate that." he laughed, looking back at her. "Don't want to make it obvious." he spoke, kissing her cheek.

Zoey giggled softly, “Of course. We have to mingle. We can’t appear ungrateful.” She rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe you dragged me.”

“I can appear however I want.” Asher laughed. “I’m the ‘ungrateful teenager who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on around him and what I’m lucky to have’.” He shrugged. “But I’d never put you in that position.”

“Have you told your mom that?” Zoey questioned, pulling away from his chest and taking his hand in hers, pulling him toward the drinks, “You promised me wine remember?” She questioned, her thumb already twisting the ring on her hand.

“No, I’m slick not stupid.” He laughed, looking at Zoey as he took her hand. Together they began making their way towards the drinks. “I did. Wine or whatever else your heart desires but wine is guaranteed to be here all night.”

“There might not be enough alcohol to get me though the night but it’s a start.” Hours later, Zoey was on the couch with Asher, her full body curled into his side in pain, wine still in her shaking hand. She whimpered softly.

With his arm wrapped around her, he heard her whimper, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “What is it, love?“ he asked, using a nickname he used with her a lot but especially when he was drinking. “Are you find being social?”

Zoey nodded, “just feeling a little sick.” She whispered, which she blamed on the three glasses of wine. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Zoey tearfully pulled herself away, leaving her shoes unattended by his feet and heading to the nearest bathroom, where she was missing for over a half hour.

Leaning forward and kissing her softly, his finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her, he nodded. “I’m sorry. We can go upstairs and you can nap if you want? Or I can get you some food…” he admitted, only nodding again once she announced she was going to the bathroom. “Yeah, whatever you need. I’ll grab us some snacks and meet you back here.” He spoke. One thing about Asher was when he was drinking, he lost all track of time. So, it was nearly 20 minutes before he realized she wasn’t back and he moved towards the door and knocked on it. “Someone’s in there.“ he heard, nodding. “I know..” he replied, knocking again. Zo- it’s me. You okay?”

By the time Asher found her, Zoey had somehow delivered a baby. Her closed spotted in blood from holding the infant to her chest. The baby cried softly, which a terrified Zoey tried silencing instantly. When she heard her name, Zoey looked toward the door, “Ash?” She asked softly, leaning over to unlock the door before sitting back down on the floor in shock.

“It’s me.” He nodded, opening the door and noticing immediately the baby on her arms. “Zoey-“ he paused, closing the door behind him and locking it. Probably wasn’t the wisest decision as he suddenly felt like he was going to pass out but he moved, sitting on the floor slowly. “I-what?” He asked. “Are you okay??” The shock written all over his face.

Zoey shook her head side to side, her entire body still shaking, “baby.” She whispered, clearly trying to process herself what just happened, “I- I just had a baby. At your parents party. Oh my god.” She shook her head, looking back down at the baby as it started crying “Shh. Please stop. No one can know about you. Shh.”

Looking between her and the baby Asher ran his hand nervously through his hair, his hand shaking. “I’m -“ he paused, swallowing. “How did you- you were pregnant?” He paused, looking at her. “Is this actually happening?”

Zoey shook her head, “No. no. I- I mean. Yes. Clearly. But no. I- I didn’t know.” She shook her head, reaching over his to get a towel from under the sink. She cringed, noticing it was white. Staining her future in laws towels though would have to wait. Carefully she wrapped the newborn up and the child stopped crying. Zoey let out a breath, her head resting against the wall. “Your parents are going to kill me.”

“I figured you didn’t.” He nodded, looking at her. “I just-“ he paused. “Does the baby look okay?” He was doing his best to remain calm despite the fact he was freaking out. “I- I’m not worried about them right now. Are you two okay? What do you need me to do?” He was trying to hard to be calm he wasn’t thinking about the fact he needed to call an ambulance.

Zoey nodded, “do you want to hold her?” She whispered, gently passing him the infant, “I think she’s okay. I- I can’t stop shaking. But i think it’s either shock or maybe blood loss.” She sighed, looking gown at her dress, “I mean/ this dress is ruined.”

“I do, hang on I’ll move to you.” He spoke, standing slowly and then settling on the floor next to her, reaching for their baby. “Wait did you say her?” He asked, smiling. “We have a daughter??” He questioned clearly distracted by anything else now.

Seeing how excited he seemed, Zoey smiled, nodding, “Yeah.” She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and reached over to touch the little girls hand before quietly counting her fingers for the millionth time.

“She’s perfect…” he spoke, looking down at the infant and then back over at Zoey. “You just delivered a baby on the bathroom floor..”

Zoey nodded, looking up at him, “Yeah. And it freaking sucked.” She jumped at a knock on the door. It startled the infant, causing the baby to scream and Zoey to instantly start panicking.

As the infant started crying, Asher sighed. “We’ve got to get you out of here. Get you two checked out. I just know there’s no way I can do it without someone seeing and I don’t feel comfortable waiting because it could be five in the morning.” He sighed.

“You expect me to just walk out there, carrying a baby like nothing happened? We can’t even drive if we wanted to. There’s to many other cars. Besides. We don’t have a car seat or anything.”

“No I don’t expect you to go anywhere.” He shook his head. “I’m just thinking out loud but you can’t stay here all night. I’m going to have to figure out something.” He spoke, not wanting to freak her out or tell her he was contemplating calling an ambulance.

“Here as in the bathroom? Or here as in your house?” Zoey questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t we just- I don’t know? Get me out? Upstairs to your room to rest? I want a shower. And baby girl needs to be cleaned off.”

“I meant the bathroom, but honestly I’m concerned about not getting you guys checked out.” He admitted, looking at his girlfriend and sighing slightly. “A shower would probably help you two feel better. I can get you upstairs I think. Just don’t know how subtly.”

Zoey took a deep breath and shakingly pulled herself to her feet. “I’m okay. I can hide it better. I’m worried about her though. People being loud. Scaring her. Not to mention them wanting to take her.”

“I get it, yeah. No one in this house is touching her though.” He spoke. “Not until we have the chance to make sure she’s okay.” He spoke. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me distract them so you can make your way upstairs?”

Zoey shook her head, “If I go alone I doubt anyone will even notice me. I can blend in. The only reason anyone even notices me is because they know you. Like I said. I’m more worried about her.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded. “I think it’ll be easier for you to blend in if you go alone. I can grab some drinks or something and then come up to you? Maybe?”

“While taking Bella?” She questioned, not even realizing she had absentmindedly named the baby, “I mean, we really didn’t discuss who was taking her honestly.”

“Do you want me to take her?” He asked. “I mean, I don’t mind if you know I will but also if you think people will be more likely to see me with her than I think it’s best for you to take her.” He spoke. “Also, Bella huh?” He smiled.

Zoey blushed, ignoring as he said the baby name back to her, “I just know I’m going to be moving slow. You can move up stairs a hell of a lot quicker than I can and get her hidden in your room before I even get to the stairs.”

“That’s true. I can always take her up there and then come back down or something. I just know you’ve barely eaten and I’m sure you could use some for to regain strength after all that.”

Zoey nodded, gently pushing him toward the door, “Go. SHES going to start inhaling the goop and she’s got to be cleaned. I’m right behind you.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He nodded. “I’ll see you upstairs.” He spoke, moving from the bathroom and heading upstairs, not realizing that his sister had seen him and was growing concerned.

Zoey took a couple of minutes to collect herself before following after him, much slower. She ignored the glaring eyes from his sister and went straight to the upstairs bathroom to get a wet cloth before returning to Asher’s room to clean the baby.

Once Zoey had joined him, Asher looked over at her as she came in with the rag. “I grabbed one from the bathroom in my way but I think another will help.” He nodded. “This one’s starting to get cold anyways.” He admitted looking down at their daughter. “Did anyone see you?”

Zoey shook her head as she carefully sat beside him, wincing in pain. “I don’t think so. I didn’t really look up though. I kinda just shuffled up here as quick as I could.” She looked down at their baby and smiled, “We have a kid.”

“I didn’t either.” He shook his head. “I’m sure someone noticed but I wasn’t paying enough attention.” He shrugged. “We do. How weird is that?” He asked. “You just had a child completely unmedicated. In a bathroom. How did you even do it?”

Zoey shrugged. “I guess my cramps were actually contractions? I just- I don’t even know. By the time I realized what was going on her head was pretty much already out. And it’s not like I could tell for you without attracting attention.”

“Oh it seems like it for sure.” He nodded, looking at their daughter and then back at her. “That’s crazy. Like this is actually insane.” He spokr. “How do you feel? What do you need?”

Zoey laughed softly, “You always ask what I need.” She shook her head, “I need a shower. And she- Bella needs everything. Clothes. Diapers. A bottle I guess? I don’t know how to feed her.”

“”You go shower. I’ll hold her. Figure out what we can do to get her out of here..or I guess to get out of here and get what she needs.” He spoke. “We can’t *both* go though we don’t have a car seat..” he spoke. “I can- I’ll figure it out. Just go shower and I’ll think while I hold her?”

Zoey nodded, leaning over to kiss his shoulder before kissing the baby. She quickly grabbed one of Asher’s shirts, wanting to be comfortable, before moving to the bathroom feeling absolutely disgusting after everything that had happened.

After what felt like hours later, Bella was sleeping and Zoey returned from the shower. Asher was sitting on his bed, only looking up when the knob turned and offering Zoey a welcoming smile when she came into the room. “Someone looks like momma when she sleeps.” He spoke, opening his arm the best he could to offer Zoey a spot with them on the bed.

“So a hot mess?” Zoey joked, carefully crawling into the bed and tucking herself into his side, “she’s much cuter then when I sleep. Besides, 90% of the time I end up on top of you.” She joked, turning her head to kiss his chest, “No lick finding her anything?”

“You are not a hot mess. You look peaceful when you sleep.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “I made some make shift clothes for her but I didn’t find anything for her. I’m going to have to go to the store. At least get some diapers a car seat and one outfit.”

Zoey whimpered softly at the thought of him leaving. She knew there wasn’t much of an option but the idea of being left alone at his parents house with a newborn they were trying to hide terrified her. Trying to stay positive, Zoey nuzzled into his side and responded, “Peaceful isn’t the word I would use but sure.”

"I don't love the idea of leaving you here, but, I mean, I would feel better if you guys were safe here than I would if we all tried to walk or something." he shrugged. "I know it's not ideal and I'm sorry." he sighed. "DO you want me to go grab you food before I leave? "

Zoey shook her head, “No. I don’t think I could eat even if I wanted to. I just- I have to spend every second staring at her.”

“It’s a wild feeling huh?” He asked, smiling. “Like. I’m afraid if I blink or walk away she’s going to disappear or something.”

“Yet here you are talking about leaving.” Zoey smiled, turning her head to kiss his side one again before looking back at the newborn, “I’m scared if I stop staring at her she’s going to grow up. It’s not even been an hour and I swear I already think she’s gotten bigger.”

“I am, but only because she needs stuff.” He sighed. “Trust me if I could get it here some other way I wouldn’t be leaving.” He admitted, looking at Zoey and then down at the infant again. “I think she has too, honestly she looks so much longer than she did even five minutes ago.”

Zoey gently patted his knee before pulling away. “Okay. Go. Before we both get to comfortable. Besides. She needs another bath because I’m almost positive she’s already gone to the bathroom and obviously doesn’t have any diapers.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He nodded, leaning forward to kiss her and then kissing the top of their daughter’s head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Obviously call If you need me but I’m just going less than ten minutes away to get formula, a car seat, diapers and wipes and an outfit to come back home with so I should be quick.” He nodded before he kissed her again and left, sneaking out of the party and to his car.

Fourth five minutes later, Zoey was pacing their shared room. Her hands tugging at her hair in stress as she called Asher. She hit the speaker button as the phone continued to ring. “You can’t do that!” She screamed, shoving his sister away from their daughter. “You think you can just call someone and take her!? That’s not how this works.” As the baby screamed near the phone, Zoey was seconds away from landing herself and assault charge “Touch her. I dare you!” She screamed as now more voices filled the room and the ongoing phone call now completely forgotten as she defended her daughter.

Asher picked up the phone just as he heard the commotion begin to pick up. “Zoey?” He asked, clearly having been forgotten as the noise in the other end got louder and louder. “Zoey what is going on?” He asked, pausing in his tracks as he listened. “Who is there? What’s happening? Zoey??”

“You bitch!” Zoey screamed before grabbing her phone and running after the other girl, who now had her baby, “Your psychotic sister! She called the police. Claiming we’re unfit parents and Bella’s going to-“ she stopped in her tracks, “Dammit you’re scaring her.” She spoke before a loud smack followed by Zoey’s gasp rang through the phone, “She hit me.” The young mother whispered.

Listening as Zoey screamed on the other end of the phone, Asher let himself listen, picking up the box with the car seat and the small pack of diapers he was trying to get to the front with as he listened. He was nearly to the front register - to say he was booking it to the front was probably an understatement - when he heard Zoey explain that his sister called the cops and he paused, shaking his head. "She did what?" he questioned, knowing that this was probably the reason for all the chaos. Zoey's sentence was interrupted with a loud smack and Asher pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it and then placing it back to his ear. "Are the police there? What are the police saying? Press charges! She has no reason to touch you or our child."

Zoey was frantically running down the stairs after the other girl, clearly frustrated. A large red handprint already forming on Zoey’s cheek though her makeup. A siren outside indicated police were seconds away. The second he spoke, Zoey stoped, a smile sliding onto her face, “You said our child.” Though her smile dropped when she noticed his sister now handing the baby over to the police, “No. no. No. No. No. she- she’s fine. Please.” Tears started flooding down her cheeks as she begged the officer to give her back the baby, “We- we didn’t know. Her dad’s at the store-“ Zoey’s entire body started shaking as the other officer started removing the baby from the home, “You can’t take her-“ Zoey cried, the phone falling to the floor as she begged though sobs, “Please. Please!”

"Zoey, tell them I'm five minutes out. I can be there in five minutes with a car seat if they'll just give us time. I can help explain.." she spoke, frantically digging through his pocket for the debit card, letting himself pay quickly before leaving the store. "I'm on my way.. I promise she's going to be fine.. let me talk to them? Maybe they'll stay until I can get there.."

“No!” Zoey let out a blood cutting scream as the officer got into the car, still holding their baby. Her knees gave out as she fell to the floor, thankfully the other officer catching her so Zoey didn’t hurt herself With a shaking hand she tried giving her phone to the other officer. “Talk to him? P- please? She’s not even an hour old. He- we- were trying. We haven’t had time to adjust. We- he’s getting the stuff we need.” She blubbered through more sobs.

The police officer that caught Zoey nodded, easing her to the ground so she was sitting more steadily. "We're going to take her, we need to take you. Get you both checked out and cleared by a doctor. I don't think that this is neglect. I think it was exactly as you said, you didn't know and you were unprepared. And if the doctor's say that's obvious, then we don't have to intervene anymore. I promise, we don't want to be the bad guys." he admitted. "If we call the paramedics, escort you guys to the hospital are you willing to go? Can he meet you there?"

Still shaking with adrenaline, Zoey nodded, “C- can we wait till he gets here though?” She reared up and wiped her eyes. At this point she was running on instinct. Maybe if she kept asking questions it would give Asher just enough time to get there before they took them. If she and the baby were taken to the hospital before Asher arrived she knew for sure he would kill his sister, “I’m not in the best mindset and- and Asher has always been more level headed then me. He can help answer questions.” She paused- grasping at straws, “b- before you go. I- she hit me. My- my boyfriend said I should press charges.”

“How close is he to being here?” The officer asked. “Is he close by or is he a bit away?” He questioned, as Asher heard and spoke up. “2 minutes. At the last red light now.” He spoke as he listened, hoping Zoey would repeat. “We don’t have a lot of time to wait-“ the officer started. “But, if you think he’s going to be here within five minutes we can wait, sure.”

“Less than two.” Zoey quickly piped up, hinting at Asher to hurry up. “Can I just-“ with a still shaking hand, Zoey pointed at the police car. “He took her. Can’t I just- I want to hold my baby. Grace looked like she was shaking her around a lot and I just- I need to know she’s okay.”

"We can wait." the officer said, moving so he helped Zoey stand. "I can't take her out of the car but I can take you to her, come on." he spoke, easing her up to her feet. "Once we know more about what's going on, we can also talk about pressing charges on that sister in law of yours."

Add key paused, “s-sister in law. Yeah.” She mumbled, playing with the engagement ring she had in a chain around her neck before moving quickly toward the car. The second she was in reach of the baby her tears started falling again. “Hey sweet girl.” She whispered, touching the infants hand. Her eyes constantly snapping up in search of Asher.

As Zoey was getting in the back of the car, Asher pulled into the driveway. Of course there was a crowd of people outside his house currently, his sister Grace front and center. Looking around he began looking for Zoey, who he didn't know was already inside the police car. "Where's my girlfriend? And my baby?"

Hearing his voice, Zoey reached back and gently dug her nails into his thigh to get Asher’s attention, “Were okay.” She sighed, looking back down that their daughter, “He said we have to go to the hospital. They made it clear Bella’s going either way. I’m hoping if I go maybe they won’t take her. I-“ she sighed, looking back at Asher as tears started to fall down her cheeks. “We have to have the doctors confirm it was a cryptic pregnancy. We have to have legal documentation that we didn’t know.”

When he heard Zoey confirm that she was okay, Asher nodded. “I don’t think Bella going and getting checked out is a bad thing.” He spoke. “I’m fact I think it’s probably needed. Are they going to let us go with her?” He asked looking at Zoey. He knew that they’d always kept track of anytime she had her period and he nodded. “I can make calls to the doctors offices. Because you had an appointment for birth control literally what, I guess 8 months ago or so for birth control?” He questioned. “Plus with the records of your period in our phone there’s gotta be a way we can convince them.” He spoke, taking a look at zoey’s face “Your face is brushing... are you pressing charges? And you two are both okay?”

“Ash. It’s late. No ones open for you to call.” She turned toward him, giving her boyfriend her full attention now. “What did you get Belle?” She questioned, looking back at the officer, “Am I allowed to dress her? It’s starting to get dark and I don’t want her getting cold.” Realizing what Asher had said, she looked back at him and cracked a smiled, “Did you just say the record of my period in our phones?”

“I can call tomorrow then. I didn’t realize what time it was.’ He spoke, nodding and turning to look at the officer who gave them permission to dress her. “That would be nice. Yeah.” He nodded, letting them do what they needed. Opening the bag, Asher pulled out a small pack of wipes, some diapers and a long sleeved sleeper onesie and showed it to Zoey. “I know it’s not the cutest but it’s the cheapest, and I figured it would be warm enough until we can get to the store for more stuff.” He spoke. “Is that okay?”

Zoey smiled, taking the tiny white outfit from him with pink flowers, “Wouldn’t be my first choice, but it’s perfect babe. Thank you.” Zoey leaned slightly out of the car to kiss him before looking back at their daughter and slowly getting her dressed, “Look what daddy got you baby girl. Isn’t he the sweetest?” She smiled, fully changing and dressing her before putting her back into the officer’s car seat. And out toward Asher. Zoey sniffled softly, obviously still crushed. “Do you want to see her?”

Watching as she got their daughter dressed Asher smiled, leaning forward and kissing her softly. “She’s cute. Looks much warmer now.” He spoke. “What does need to do now? Follow her to the hospital?” He questioned. “I have her car seat. I know you guys need it right?”

Zoey gently placed her hand on Asher’s chest as they stood next to the police car. She motioned her head toward his family before nervously pulling at the bottom of his shirt she was still wearing, “Think they deserve an explanation? Or at least some words for your sister?” Zoey reach up to touch her own cheek, cringing as it still hurt, “I mentioned that you suggested it.”

“No I don’t want to say anything to them. I do think you’d be more comfortable in pants though, do you want me to go grab you something?” He asked. “And then I can follow you to the hospital or wherever they think we should go next?”

Zoey raised an eyebrow, “do you think I’d be more comfortable in pants or you don’t want me seen without pants? Big difference.” She quietly kissed the side of his neck, “Fine. Pants. Maybe a phone charger. Anything you think we might need for the night. Who knows how long they’ll keep us. Rather be safe than sorry. I’ll go with them and text you as soon as we get in a room.”

“I don’t mind.” He spoke. “Because I know you’re comfortable without pants. But seeing how I’ve seen you tug in my shirt to keep yourself covered at least 4 times since I got back I think you’d be more comfortable with pants on.” He spoke. “Do I need to meet you there? Do you think they’re going to wait on me?”

“I might be able to distract them if you hurry.” She spoke, looking back over her shoulder at the officer, “And I’m only uncomfortable right now because your aunt is staring at me like I belong in the street corner.” She quickly kissed his cheek before looking back at the officer and questioning him as a distraction, “So. What’s the game plan? How does this work?”

Nodding as she began distracting him, Asher moved towards the house, gathering the things he knew they'd need. The officer looked down at her, sighing. "Well, we have to go to the hospital, you both have to get admitted for observation. You'll get observed, we'll try to get all the information that we can to go whichever direction it's going to go, and then when and if you guys end up being in the clear, you can bring her home." he spoke. "I believe you, I do, but sadly it's not entirely in my hands."

Zoey instantly paled, “Wait. N-no. Yo- all because Grace was a selfish prick? She’s going to- you can’t take her for reporting a false police report. Isn’t that illegal? You should be arresting her. Not taking our daughter.” She started panicking again, looking back at the house, “Ash!”

Shaking his head as he touched Zoey’s arm softly, trying to keep her calm, the officer looked down at her. “I’m pretty sure that is what’s going to end up happening, but I can’t say for sure. There’s too much that goes into attests and stuff for me to say with confidence.” He spoke, looking up as Asher returned. “Got a few things. And pants.” He spoke, handing her a pair of leggings. “Let’s go. With whatever the game plan is.”

By the time Asher returned, Zoey had one hand wrapped around her torso. The other hand on her mouth, “I’m gonna be sick.” She mumbled, pushing his hand with the leggings away, “let’s just go.” She whispered, looking back at Bella and whispering a soft, “I love you. Please know I never wanted this to happen.” She gently kissed the baby’s head before moving toward Asher’s truck.

It was nearly 30 minutes later as they pulled up to the hospital, and Asher parked and moved towards Zoey, helping her out. “What did they say?” He asked. “You’ve looked nervous ever since I came back out…”

Shaking his head, Asher looked down at her, placing his hands on her waist. "Honestly, no." he sighed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "I don't want to do down there at all, but I know that's not entirely an option. Can't we just stay here for awhile? Make an appearance later and then come back?" he laughed.

Zoey giggled, burring her nose into his chest before kissing his chest. “I wish. But knowing your body mother she will send your sister to find us assuming we’re having sex.”

"I don't know if Mom even knows we have had sex." he admitted. "I mean, it's not like I go around telling her." he laughed. "Though, I'd assume they're not blind to it. I don't know." he rambled. "Fifteen more minutes?" he asked. "I'll behave I promise." he winked.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t.” Zoey mumbled, kissing his neck. Her grip on his shirt momentarily tightened as she was hit with another ‘cramp’. As he whined though, Zoey laughed, tugging on his hand and pulling him from the room. “Come on.”

As she took his hand and lead him out of the bedroom, he followed along closely behind her, one hand pressed against her side in an effort to keep her close. "If you happen to find the table with all the sweets, that's where you'll find me if we get separated." he laughed. "But I don't plan to leave your side if I can help it."

Zoey gripped tightly to the back of his shirt and nodded, “Like I’m leaving that table at all tonight.” Zoey laughed softly, tucking her head into his side as people stared.

"I'd say I'd join you but you know that would just make people stare more and I know you hate that." he laughed, looking back at her. "Don't want to make it obvious." he spoke, kissing her cheek.

Zoey giggled softly, “Of course. We have to mingle. We can’t appear ungrateful.” She rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe you dragged me.”

“I can appear however I want.” Asher laughed. “I’m the ‘ungrateful teenager who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on around him and what I’m lucky to have’.” He shrugged. “But I’d never put you in that position.”

“Have you told your mom that?” Zoey questioned, pulling away from his chest and taking his hand in hers, pulling him toward the drinks, “You promised me wine remember?” She questioned, her thumb already twisting the ring on her hand.

“No, I’m slick not stupid.” He laughed, looking at Zoey as he took her hand. Together they began making their way towards the drinks. “I did. Wine or whatever else your heart desires but wine is guaranteed to be here all night.”

“There might not be enough alcohol to get me though the night but it’s a start.” Hours later, Zoey was on the couch with Asher, her full body curled into his side in pain, wine still in her shaking hand. She whimpered softly.

With his arm wrapped around her, he heard her whimper, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “What is it, love?“ he asked, using a nickname he used with her a lot but especially when he was drinking. “Are you find being social?”

Zoey nodded, “just feeling a little sick.” She whispered, which she blamed on the three glasses of wine. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Zoey tearfully pulled herself away, leaving her shoes unattended by his feet and heading to the nearest bathroom, where she was missing for over a half hour.

Leaning forward and kissing her softly, his finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her, he nodded. “I’m sorry. We can go upstairs and you can nap if you want? Or I can get you some food…” he admitted, only nodding again once she announced she was going to the bathroom. “Yeah, whatever you need. I’ll grab us some snacks and meet you back here.” He spoke. One thing about Asher was when he was drinking, he lost all track of time. So, it was nearly 20 minutes before he realized she wasn’t back and he moved towards the door and knocked on it. “Someone’s in there.“ he heard, nodding. “I know..” he replied, knocking again. Zo- it’s me. You okay?”

By the time Asher found her, Zoey had somehow delivered a baby. Her closed spotted in blood from holding the infant to her chest. The baby cried softly, which a terrified Zoey tried silencing instantly. When she heard her name, Zoey looked toward the door, “Ash?” She asked softly, leaning over to unlock the door before sitting back down on the floor in shock.

“It’s me.” He nodded, opening the door and noticing immediately the baby on her arms. “Zoey-“ he paused, closing the door behind him and locking it. Probably wasn’t the wisest decision as he suddenly felt like he was going to pass out but he moved, sitting on the floor slowly. “I-what?” He asked. “Are you okay??” The shock written all over his face.

Zoey shook her head side to side, her entire body still shaking, “baby.” She whispered, clearly trying to process herself what just happened, “I- I just had a baby. At your parents party. Oh my god.” She shook her head, looking back down at the baby as it started crying “Shh. Please stop. No one can know about you. Shh.”

Looking between her and the baby Asher ran his hand nervously through his hair, his hand shaking. “I’m -“ he paused, swallowing. “How did you- you were pregnant?” He paused, looking at her. “Is this actually happening?”

Zoey shook her head, “No. no. I- I mean. Yes. Clearly. But no. I- I didn’t know.” She shook her head, reaching over his to get a towel from under the sink. She cringed, noticing it was white. Staining her future in laws towels though would have to wait. Carefully she wrapped the newborn up and the child stopped crying. Zoey let out a breath, her head resting against the wall. “Your parents are going to kill me.”

“I figured you didn’t.” He nodded, looking at her. “I just-“ he paused. “Does the baby look okay?” He was doing his best to remain calm despite the fact he was freaking out. “I- I’m not worried about them right now. Are you two okay? What do you need me to do?” He was trying to hard to be calm he wasn’t thinking about the fact he needed to call an ambulance.

Zoey nodded, “do you want to hold her?” She whispered, gently passing him the infant, “I think she’s okay. I- I can’t stop shaking. But i think it’s either shock or maybe blood loss.” She sighed, looking gown at her dress, “I mean/ this dress is ruined.”

“I do, hang on I’ll move to you.” He spoke, standing slowly and then settling on the floor next to her, reaching for their baby. “Wait did you say her?” He asked, smiling. “We have a daughter??” He questioned clearly distracted by anything else now.

Seeing how excited he seemed, Zoey smiled, nodding, “Yeah.” She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and reached over to touch the little girls hand before quietly counting her fingers for the millionth time.

“She’s perfect…” he spoke, looking down at the infant and then back over at Zoey. “You just delivered a baby on the bathroom floor..”

Zoey nodded, looking up at him, “Yeah. And it freaking sucked.” She jumped at a knock on the door. It startled the infant, causing the baby to scream and Zoey to instantly start panicking.

As the infant started crying, Asher sighed. “We’ve got to get you out of here. Get you two checked out. I just know there’s no way I can do it without someone seeing and I don’t feel comfortable waiting because it could be five in the morning.” He sighed.

“You expect me to just walk out there, carrying a baby like nothing happened? We can’t even drive if we wanted to. There’s to many other cars. Besides. We don’t have a car seat or anything.”

“No I don’t expect you to go anywhere.” He shook his head. “I’m just thinking out loud but you can’t stay here all night. I’m going to have to figure out something.” He spoke, not wanting to freak her out or tell her he was contemplating calling an ambulance.

“Here as in the bathroom? Or here as in your house?” Zoey questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t we just- I don’t know? Get me out? Upstairs to your room to rest? I want a shower. And baby girl needs to be cleaned off.”

“I meant the bathroom, but honestly I’m concerned about not getting you guys checked out.” He admitted, looking at his girlfriend and sighing slightly. “A shower would probably help you two feel better. I can get you upstairs I think. Just don’t know how subtly.”

Zoey took a deep breath and shakingly pulled herself to her feet. “I’m okay. I can hide it better. I’m worried about her though. People being loud. Scaring her. Not to mention them wanting to take her.”

“I get it, yeah. No one in this house is touching her though.” He spoke. “Not until we have the chance to make sure she’s okay.” He spoke. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me distract them so you can make your way upstairs?”

Zoey shook her head, “If I go alone I doubt anyone will even notice me. I can blend in. The only reason anyone even notices me is because they know you. Like I said. I’m more worried about her.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded. “I think it’ll be easier for you to blend in if you go alone. I can grab some drinks or something and then come up to you? Maybe?”

“While taking Bella?” She questioned, not even realizing she had absentmindedly named the baby, “I mean, we really didn’t discuss who was taking her honestly.”

“Do you want me to take her?” He asked. “I mean, I don’t mind if you know I will but also if you think people will be more likely to see me with her than I think it’s best for you to take her.” He spoke. “Also, Bella huh?” He smiled.

Zoey blushed, ignoring as he said the baby name back to her, “I just know I’m going to be moving slow. You can move up stairs a hell of a lot quicker than I can and get her hidden in your room before I even get to the stairs.”

“That’s true. I can always take her up there and then come back down or something. I just know you’ve barely eaten and I’m sure you could use some for to regain strength after all that.”

Zoey nodded, gently pushing him toward the door, “Go. SHES going to start inhaling the goop and she’s got to be cleaned. I’m right behind you.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He nodded. “I’ll see you upstairs.” He spoke, moving from the bathroom and heading upstairs, not realizing that his sister had seen him and was growing concerned.

Zoey took a couple of minutes to collect herself before following after him, much slower. She ignored the glaring eyes from his sister and went straight to the upstairs bathroom to get a wet cloth before returning to Asher’s room to clean the baby.

Once Zoey had joined him, Asher looked over at her as she came in with the rag. “I grabbed one from the bathroom in my way but I think another will help.” He nodded. “This one’s starting to get cold anyways.” He admitted looking down at their daughter. “Did anyone see you?”

Zoey shook her head as she carefully sat beside him, wincing in pain. “I don’t think so. I didn’t really look up though. I kinda just shuffled up here as quick as I could.” She looked down at their baby and smiled, “We have a kid.”

“I didn’t either.” He shook his head. “I’m sure someone noticed but I wasn’t paying enough attention.” He shrugged. “We do. How weird is that?” He asked. “You just had a child completely unmedicated. In a bathroom. How did you even do it?”

Zoey shrugged. “I guess my cramps were actually contractions? I just- I don’t even know. By the time I realized what was going on her head was pretty much already out. And it’s not like I could tell for you without attracting attention.”

“Oh it seems like it for sure.” He nodded, looking at their daughter and then back at her. “That’s crazy. Like this is actually insane.” He spokr. “How do you feel? What do you need?”

Zoey laughed softly, “You always ask what I need.” She shook her head, “I need a shower. And she- Bella needs everything. Clothes. Diapers. A bottle I guess? I don’t know how to feed her.”

“”You go shower. I’ll hold her. Figure out what we can do to get her out of here..or I guess to get out of here and get what she needs.” He spoke. “We can’t *both* go though we don’t have a car seat..” he spoke. “I can- I’ll figure it out. Just go shower and I’ll think while I hold her?”

Zoey nodded, leaning over to kiss his shoulder before kissing the baby. She quickly grabbed one of Asher’s shirts, wanting to be comfortable, before moving to the bathroom feeling absolutely disgusting after everything that had happened.

After what felt like hours later, Bella was sleeping and Zoey returned from the shower. Asher was sitting on his bed, only looking up when the knob turned and offering Zoey a welcoming smile when she came into the room. “Someone looks like momma when she sleeps.” He spoke, opening his arm the best he could to offer Zoey a spot with them on the bed.

“So a hot mess?” Zoey joked, carefully crawling into the bed and tucking herself into his side, “she’s much cuter then when I sleep. Besides, 90% of the time I end up on top of you.” She joked, turning her head to kiss his chest, “No lick finding her anything?”

“You are not a hot mess. You look peaceful when you sleep.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “I made some make shift clothes for her but I didn’t find anything for her. I’m going to have to go to the store. At least get some diapers a car seat and one outfit.”

Zoey whimpered softly at the thought of him leaving. She knew there wasn’t much of an option but the idea of being left alone at his parents house with a newborn they were trying to hide terrified her. Trying to stay positive, Zoey nuzzled into his side and responded, “Peaceful isn’t the word I would use but sure.”

"I don't love the idea of leaving you here, but, I mean, I would feel better if you guys were safe here than I would if we all tried to walk or something." he shrugged. "I know it's not ideal and I'm sorry." he sighed. "DO you want me to go grab you food before I leave? "

Zoey shook her head, “No. I don’t think I could eat even if I wanted to. I just- I have to spend every second staring at her.”

“It’s a wild feeling huh?” He asked, smiling. “Like. I’m afraid if I blink or walk away she’s going to disappear or something.”

“Yet here you are talking about leaving.” Zoey smiled, turning her head to kiss his side one again before looking back at the newborn, “I’m scared if I stop staring at her she’s going to grow up. It’s not even been an hour and I swear I already think she’s gotten bigger.”

“I am, but only because she needs stuff.” He sighed. “Trust me if I could get it here some other way I wouldn’t be leaving.” He admitted, looking at Zoey and then down at the infant again. “I think she has too, honestly she looks so much longer than she did even five minutes ago.”

Zoey gently patted his knee before pulling away. “Okay. Go. Before we both get to comfortable. Besides. She needs another bath because I’m almost positive she’s already gone to the bathroom and obviously doesn’t have any diapers.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He nodded, leaning forward to kiss her and then kissing the top of their daughter’s head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Obviously call If you need me but I’m just going less than ten minutes away to get formula, a car seat, diapers and wipes and an outfit to come back home with so I should be quick.” He nodded before he kissed her again and left, sneaking out of the party and to his car.

Fourth five minutes later, Zoey was pacing their shared room. Her hands tugging at her hair in stress as she called Asher. She hit the speaker button as the phone continued to ring. “You can’t do that!” She screamed, shoving his sister away from their daughter. “You think you can just call someone and take her!? That’s not how this works.” As the baby screamed near the phone, Zoey was seconds away from landing herself and assault charge “Touch her. I dare you!” She screamed as now more voices filled the room and the ongoing phone call now completely forgotten as she defended her daughter.

Asher picked up the phone just as he heard the commotion begin to pick up. “Zoey?” He asked, clearly having been forgotten as the noise in the other end got louder and louder. “Zoey what is going on?” He asked, pausing in his tracks as he listened. “Who is there? What’s happening? Zoey??”

“You bitch!” Zoey screamed before grabbing her phone and running after the other girl, who now had her baby, “Your psychotic sister! She called the police. Claiming we’re unfit parents and Bella’s going to-“ she stopped in her tracks, “Dammit you’re scaring her.” She spoke before a loud smack followed by Zoey’s gasp rang through the phone, “She hit me.” The young mother whispered.

Listening as Zoey screamed on the other end of the phone, Asher let himself listen, picking up the box with the car seat and the small pack of diapers he was trying to get to the front with as he listened. He was nearly to the front register - to say he was booking it to the front was probably an understatement - when he heard Zoey explain that his sister called the cops and he paused, shaking his head. "She did what?" he questioned, knowing that this was probably the reason for all the chaos. Zoey's sentence was interrupted with a loud smack and Asher pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it and then placing it back to his ear. "Are the police there? What are the police saying? Press charges! She has no reason to touch you or our child."

Zoey was frantically running down the stairs after the other girl, clearly frustrated. A large red handprint already forming on Zoey’s cheek though her makeup. A siren outside indicated police were seconds away. The second he spoke, Zoey stoped, a smile sliding onto her face, “You said our child.” Though her smile dropped when she noticed his sister now handing the baby over to the police, “No. no. No. No. No. she- she’s fine. Please.” Tears started flooding down her cheeks as she begged the officer to give her back the baby, “We- we didn’t know. Her dad’s at the store-“ Zoey’s entire body started shaking as the other officer started removing the baby from the home, “You can’t take her-“ Zoey cried, the phone falling to the floor as she begged though sobs, “Please. Please!”

"Zoey, tell them I'm five minutes out. I can be there in five minutes with a car seat if they'll just give us time. I can help explain.." she spoke, frantically digging through his pocket for the debit card, letting himself pay quickly before leaving the store. "I'm on my way.. I promise she's going to be fine.. let me talk to them? Maybe they'll stay until I can get there.."

“No!” Zoey let out a blood cutting scream as the officer got into the car, still holding their baby. Her knees gave out as she fell to the floor, thankfully the other officer catching her so Zoey didn’t hurt herself With a shaking hand she tried giving her phone to the other officer. “Talk to him? P- please? She’s not even an hour old. He- we- were trying. We haven’t had time to adjust. We- he’s getting the stuff we need.” She blubbered through more sobs.

The police officer that caught Zoey nodded, easing her to the ground so she was sitting more steadily. "We're going to take her, we need to take you. Get you both checked out and cleared by a doctor. I don't think that this is neglect. I think it was exactly as you said, you didn't know and you were unprepared. And if the doctor's say that's obvious, then we don't have to intervene anymore. I promise, we don't want to be the bad guys." he admitted. "If we call the paramedics, escort you guys to the hospital are you willing to go? Can he meet you there?"

Still shaking with adrenaline, Zoey nodded, “C- can we wait till he gets here though?” She reared up and wiped her eyes. At this point she was running on instinct. Maybe if she kept asking questions it would give Asher just enough time to get there before they took them. If she and the baby were taken to the hospital before Asher arrived she knew for sure he would kill his sister, “I’m not in the best mindset and- and Asher has always been more level headed then me. He can help answer questions.” She paused- grasping at straws, “b- before you go. I- she hit me. My- my boyfriend said I should press charges.”

“How close is he to being here?” The officer asked. “Is he close by or is he a bit away?” He questioned, as Asher heard and spoke up. “2 minutes. At the last red light now.” He spoke as he listened, hoping Zoey would repeat. “We don’t have a lot of time to wait-“ the officer started. “But, if you think he’s going to be here within five minutes we can wait, sure.”

“Less than two.” Zoey quickly piped up, hinting at Asher to hurry up. “Can I just-“ with a still shaking hand, Zoey pointed at the police car. “He took her. Can’t I just- I want to hold my baby. Grace looked like she was shaking her around a lot and I just- I need to know she’s okay.”

"We can wait." the officer said, moving so he helped Zoey stand. "I can't take her out of the car but I can take you to her, come on." he spoke, easing her up to her feet. "Once we know more about what's going on, we can also talk about pressing charges on that sister in law of yours."

Add key paused, “s-sister in law. Yeah.” She mumbled, playing with the engagement ring she had in a chain around her neck before moving quickly toward the car. The second she was in reach of the baby her tears started falling again. “Hey sweet girl.” She whispered, touching the infants hand. Her eyes constantly snapping up in search of Asher.

As Zoey was getting in the back of the car, Asher pulled into the driveway. Of course there was a crowd of people outside his house currently, his sister Grace front and center. Looking around he began looking for Zoey, who he didn't know was already inside the police car. "Where's my girlfriend? And my baby?"

Hearing his voice, Zoey reached back and gently dug her nails into his thigh to get Asher’s attention, “Were okay.” She sighed, looking back down that their daughter, “He said we have to go to the hospital. They made it clear Bella’s going either way. I’m hoping if I go maybe they won’t take her. I-“ she sighed, looking back at Asher as tears started to fall down her cheeks. “We have to have the doctors confirm it was a cryptic pregnancy. We have to have legal documentation that we didn’t know.”

When he heard Zoey confirm that she was okay, Asher nodded. “I don’t think Bella going and getting checked out is a bad thing.” He spoke. “I’m fact I think it’s probably needed. Are they going to let us go with her?” He asked looking at Zoey. He knew that they’d always kept track of anytime she had her period and he nodded. “I can make calls to the doctors offices. Because you had an appointment for birth control literally what, I guess 8 months ago or so for birth control?” He questioned. “Plus with the records of your period in our phone there’s gotta be a way we can convince them.” He spoke, taking a look at zoey’s face “Your face is brushing... are you pressing charges? And you two are both okay?”

“Ash. It’s late. No ones open for you to call.” She turned toward him, giving her boyfriend her full attention now. “What did you get Belle?” She questioned, looking back at the officer, “Am I allowed to dress her? It’s starting to get dark and I don’t want her getting cold.” Realizing what Asher had said, she looked back at him and cracked a smiled, “Did you just say the record of my period in our phones?”

“I can call tomorrow then. I didn’t realize what time it was.’ He spoke, nodding and turning to look at the officer who gave them permission to dress her. “That would be nice. Yeah.” He nodded, letting them do what they needed. Opening the bag, Asher pulled out a small pack of wipes, some diapers and a long sleeved sleeper onesie and showed it to Zoey. “I know it’s not the cutest but it’s the cheapest, and I figured it would be warm enough until we can get to the store for more stuff.” He spoke. “Is that okay?”

Zoey smiled, taking the tiny white outfit from him with pink flowers, “Wouldn’t be my first choice, but it’s perfect babe. Thank you.” Zoey leaned slightly out of the car to kiss him before looking back at their daughter and slowly getting her dressed, “Look what daddy got you baby girl. Isn’t he the sweetest?” She smiled, fully changing and dressing her before putting her back into the officer’s car seat. And out toward Asher. Zoey sniffled softly, obviously still crushed. “Do you want to see her?”

Watching as she got their daughter dressed Asher smiled, leaning forward and kissing her softly. “She’s cute. Looks much warmer now.” He spoke. “What does need to do now? Follow her to the hospital?” He questioned. “I have her car seat. I know you guys need it right?”

Zoey gently placed her hand on Asher’s chest as they stood next to the police car. She motioned her head toward his family before nervously pulling at the bottom of his shirt she was still wearing, “Think they deserve an explanation? Or at least some words for your sister?” Zoey reach up to touch her own cheek, cringing as it still hurt, “I mentioned that you suggested it.”

“No I don’t want to say anything to them. I do think you’d be more comfortable in pants though, do you want me to go grab you something?” He asked. “And then I can follow you to the hospital or wherever they think we should go next?”

Zoey raised an eyebrow, “do you think I’d be more comfortable in pants or you don’t want me seen without pants? Big difference.” She quietly kissed the side of his neck, “Fine. Pants. Maybe a phone charger. Anything you think we might need for the night. Who knows how long they’ll keep us. Rather be safe than sorry. I’ll go with them and text you as soon as we get in a room.”

“I don’t mind.” He spoke. “Because I know you’re comfortable without pants. But seeing how I’ve seen you tug in my shirt to keep yourself covered at least 4 times since I got back I think you’d be more comfortable with pants on.” He spoke. “Do I need to meet you there? Do you think they’re going to wait on me?”

“I might be able to distract them if you hurry.” She spoke, looking back over her shoulder at the officer, “And I’m only uncomfortable right now because your aunt is staring at me like I belong in the street corner.” She quickly kissed his cheek before looking back at the officer and questioning him as a distraction, “So. What’s the game plan? How does this work?”

Nodding as she began distracting him, Asher moved towards the house, gathering the things he knew they'd need. The officer looked down at her, sighing. "Well, we have to go to the hospital, you both have to get admitted for observation. You'll get observed, we'll try to get all the information that we can to go whichever direction it's going to go, and then when and if you guys end up being in the clear, you can bring her home." he spoke. "I believe you, I do, but sadly it's not entirely in my hands."

Zoey instantly paled, “Wait. N-no. Yo- all because Grace was a selfish prick? She’s going to- you can’t take her for reporting a false police report. Isn’t that illegal? You should be arresting her. Not taking our daughter.” She started panicking again, looking back at the house, “Ash!”

Shaking his head as he touched Zoey’s arm softly, trying to keep her calm, the officer looked down at her. “I’m pretty sure that is what’s going to end up happening, but I can’t say for sure. There’s too much that goes into attests and stuff for me to say with confidence.” He spoke, looking up as Asher returned. “Got a few things. And pants.” He spoke, handing her a pair of leggings. “Let’s go. With whatever the game plan is.”

Shaking his head, Asher looked down at her, placing his hands on her waist. "Honestly, no." he sighed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "I don't want to do down there at all, but I know that's not entirely an option. Can't we just stay here for awhile? Make an appearance later and then come back?" he laughed.

Zoey giggled, burring her nose into his chest before kissing his chest. “I wish. But knowing your body mother she will send your sister to find us assuming we’re having sex.”

"I don't know if Mom even knows we have had sex." he admitted. "I mean, it's not like I go around telling her." he laughed. "Though, I'd assume they're not blind to it. I don't know." he rambled. "Fifteen more minutes?" he asked. "I'll behave I promise." he winked.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t.” Zoey mumbled, kissing his neck. Her grip on his shirt momentarily tightened as she was hit with another ‘cramp’. As he whined though, Zoey laughed, tugging on his hand and pulling him from the room. “Come on.”

As she took his hand and lead him out of the bedroom, he followed along closely behind her, one hand pressed against her side in an effort to keep her close. "If you happen to find the table with all the sweets, that's where you'll find me if we get separated." he laughed. "But I don't plan to leave your side if I can help it."

Zoey gripped tightly to the back of his shirt and nodded, “Like I’m leaving that table at all tonight.” Zoey laughed softly, tucking her head into his side as people stared.

"I'd say I'd join you but you know that would just make people stare more and I know you hate that." he laughed, looking back at her. "Don't want to make it obvious." he spoke, kissing her cheek.

Zoey giggled softly, “Of course. We have to mingle. We can’t appear ungrateful.” She rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe you dragged me.”

“I can appear however I want.” Asher laughed. “I’m the ‘ungrateful teenager who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on around him and what I’m lucky to have’.” He shrugged. “But I’d never put you in that position.”

“Have you told your mom that?” Zoey questioned, pulling away from his chest and taking his hand in hers, pulling him toward the drinks, “You promised me wine remember?” She questioned, her thumb already twisting the ring on her hand.

“No, I’m slick not stupid.” He laughed, looking at Zoey as he took her hand. Together they began making their way towards the drinks. “I did. Wine or whatever else your heart desires but wine is guaranteed to be here all night.”

“There might not be enough alcohol to get me though the night but it’s a start.” Hours later, Zoey was on the couch with Asher, her full body curled into his side in pain, wine still in her shaking hand. She whimpered softly.

With his arm wrapped around her, he heard her whimper, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “What is it, love?“ he asked, using a nickname he used with her a lot but especially when he was drinking. “Are you find being social?”

Zoey nodded, “just feeling a little sick.” She whispered, which she blamed on the three glasses of wine. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Zoey tearfully pulled herself away, leaving her shoes unattended by his feet and heading to the nearest bathroom, where she was missing for over a half hour.

Leaning forward and kissing her softly, his finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her, he nodded. “I’m sorry. We can go upstairs and you can nap if you want? Or I can get you some food…” he admitted, only nodding again once she announced she was going to the bathroom. “Yeah, whatever you need. I’ll grab us some snacks and meet you back here.” He spoke. One thing about Asher was when he was drinking, he lost all track of time. So, it was nearly 20 minutes before he realized she wasn’t back and he moved towards the door and knocked on it. “Someone’s in there.“ he heard, nodding. “I know..” he replied, knocking again. Zo- it’s me. You okay?”

By the time Asher found her, Zoey had somehow delivered a baby. Her closed spotted in blood from holding the infant to her chest. The baby cried softly, which a terrified Zoey tried silencing instantly. When she heard her name, Zoey looked toward the door, “Ash?” She asked softly, leaning over to unlock the door before sitting back down on the floor in shock.

“It’s me.” He nodded, opening the door and noticing immediately the baby on her arms. “Zoey-“ he paused, closing the door behind him and locking it. Probably wasn’t the wisest decision as he suddenly felt like he was going to pass out but he moved, sitting on the floor slowly. “I-what?” He asked. “Are you okay??” The shock written all over his face.

Zoey shook her head side to side, her entire body still shaking, “baby.” She whispered, clearly trying to process herself what just happened, “I- I just had a baby. At your parents party. Oh my god.” She shook her head, looking back down at the baby as it started crying “Shh. Please stop. No one can know about you. Shh.”

Looking between her and the baby Asher ran his hand nervously through his hair, his hand shaking. “I’m -“ he paused, swallowing. “How did you- you were pregnant?” He paused, looking at her. “Is this actually happening?”

Zoey shook her head, “No. no. I- I mean. Yes. Clearly. But no. I- I didn’t know.” She shook her head, reaching over his to get a towel from under the sink. She cringed, noticing it was white. Staining her future in laws towels though would have to wait. Carefully she wrapped the newborn up and the child stopped crying. Zoey let out a breath, her head resting against the wall. “Your parents are going to kill me.”

“I figured you didn’t.” He nodded, looking at her. “I just-“ he paused. “Does the baby look okay?” He was doing his best to remain calm despite the fact he was freaking out. “I- I’m not worried about them right now. Are you two okay? What do you need me to do?” He was trying to hard to be calm he wasn’t thinking about the fact he needed to call an ambulance.

Zoey nodded, “do you want to hold her?” She whispered, gently passing him the infant, “I think she’s okay. I- I can’t stop shaking. But i think it’s either shock or maybe blood loss.” She sighed, looking gown at her dress, “I mean/ this dress is ruined.”

“I do, hang on I’ll move to you.” He spoke, standing slowly and then settling on the floor next to her, reaching for their baby. “Wait did you say her?” He asked, smiling. “We have a daughter??” He questioned clearly distracted by anything else now.

Seeing how excited he seemed, Zoey smiled, nodding, “Yeah.” She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and reached over to touch the little girls hand before quietly counting her fingers for the millionth time.

“She’s perfect…” he spoke, looking down at the infant and then back over at Zoey. “You just delivered a baby on the bathroom floor..”

Zoey nodded, looking up at him, “Yeah. And it freaking sucked.” She jumped at a knock on the door. It startled the infant, causing the baby to scream and Zoey to instantly start panicking.

As the infant started crying, Asher sighed. “We’ve got to get you out of here. Get you two checked out. I just know there’s no way I can do it without someone seeing and I don’t feel comfortable waiting because it could be five in the morning.” He sighed.

“You expect me to just walk out there, carrying a baby like nothing happened? We can’t even drive if we wanted to. There’s to many other cars. Besides. We don’t have a car seat or anything.”

“No I don’t expect you to go anywhere.” He shook his head. “I’m just thinking out loud but you can’t stay here all night. I’m going to have to figure out something.” He spoke, not wanting to freak her out or tell her he was contemplating calling an ambulance.

“Here as in the bathroom? Or here as in your house?” Zoey questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t we just- I don’t know? Get me out? Upstairs to your room to rest? I want a shower. And baby girl needs to be cleaned off.”

“I meant the bathroom, but honestly I’m concerned about not getting you guys checked out.” He admitted, looking at his girlfriend and sighing slightly. “A shower would probably help you two feel better. I can get you upstairs I think. Just don’t know how subtly.”

Zoey took a deep breath and shakingly pulled herself to her feet. “I’m okay. I can hide it better. I’m worried about her though. People being loud. Scaring her. Not to mention them wanting to take her.”

“I get it, yeah. No one in this house is touching her though.” He spoke. “Not until we have the chance to make sure she’s okay.” He spoke. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me distract them so you can make your way upstairs?”

Zoey shook her head, “If I go alone I doubt anyone will even notice me. I can blend in. The only reason anyone even notices me is because they know you. Like I said. I’m more worried about her.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded. “I think it’ll be easier for you to blend in if you go alone. I can grab some drinks or something and then come up to you? Maybe?”

“While taking Bella?” She questioned, not even realizing she had absentmindedly named the baby, “I mean, we really didn’t discuss who was taking her honestly.”

“Do you want me to take her?” He asked. “I mean, I don’t mind if you know I will but also if you think people will be more likely to see me with her than I think it’s best for you to take her.” He spoke. “Also, Bella huh?” He smiled.

Zoey blushed, ignoring as he said the baby name back to her, “I just know I’m going to be moving slow. You can move up stairs a hell of a lot quicker than I can and get her hidden in your room before I even get to the stairs.”

“That’s true. I can always take her up there and then come back down or something. I just know you’ve barely eaten and I’m sure you could use some for to regain strength after all that.”

Zoey nodded, gently pushing him toward the door, “Go. SHES going to start inhaling the goop and she’s got to be cleaned. I’m right behind you.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He nodded. “I’ll see you upstairs.” He spoke, moving from the bathroom and heading upstairs, not realizing that his sister had seen him and was growing concerned.

Zoey took a couple of minutes to collect herself before following after him, much slower. She ignored the glaring eyes from his sister and went straight to the upstairs bathroom to get a wet cloth before returning to Asher’s room to clean the baby.

Once Zoey had joined him, Asher looked over at her as she came in with the rag. “I grabbed one from the bathroom in my way but I think another will help.” He nodded. “This one’s starting to get cold anyways.” He admitted looking down at their daughter. “Did anyone see you?”

Zoey shook her head as she carefully sat beside him, wincing in pain. “I don’t think so. I didn’t really look up though. I kinda just shuffled up here as quick as I could.” She looked down at their baby and smiled, “We have a kid.”

“I didn’t either.” He shook his head. “I’m sure someone noticed but I wasn’t paying enough attention.” He shrugged. “We do. How weird is that?” He asked. “You just had a child completely unmedicated. In a bathroom. How did you even do it?”

Zoey shrugged. “I guess my cramps were actually contractions? I just- I don’t even know. By the time I realized what was going on her head was pretty much already out. And it’s not like I could tell for you without attracting attention.”

“Oh it seems like it for sure.” He nodded, looking at their daughter and then back at her. “That’s crazy. Like this is actually insane.” He spokr. “How do you feel? What do you need?”

Zoey laughed softly, “You always ask what I need.” She shook her head, “I need a shower. And she- Bella needs everything. Clothes. Diapers. A bottle I guess? I don’t know how to feed her.”

“”You go shower. I’ll hold her. Figure out what we can do to get her out of here..or I guess to get out of here and get what she needs.” He spoke. “We can’t *both* go though we don’t have a car seat..” he spoke. “I can- I’ll figure it out. Just go shower and I’ll think while I hold her?”

Zoey nodded, leaning over to kiss his shoulder before kissing the baby. She quickly grabbed one of Asher’s shirts, wanting to be comfortable, before moving to the bathroom feeling absolutely disgusting after everything that had happened.

After what felt like hours later, Bella was sleeping and Zoey returned from the shower. Asher was sitting on his bed, only looking up when the knob turned and offering Zoey a welcoming smile when she came into the room. “Someone looks like momma when she sleeps.” He spoke, opening his arm the best he could to offer Zoey a spot with them on the bed.

“So a hot mess?” Zoey joked, carefully crawling into the bed and tucking herself into his side, “she’s much cuter then when I sleep. Besides, 90% of the time I end up on top of you.” She joked, turning her head to kiss his chest, “No lick finding her anything?”

“You are not a hot mess. You look peaceful when you sleep.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “I made some make shift clothes for her but I didn’t find anything for her. I’m going to have to go to the store. At least get some diapers a car seat and one outfit.”

Zoey whimpered softly at the thought of him leaving. She knew there wasn’t much of an option but the idea of being left alone at his parents house with a newborn they were trying to hide terrified her. Trying to stay positive, Zoey nuzzled into his side and responded, “Peaceful isn’t the word I would use but sure.”

"I don't love the idea of leaving you here, but, I mean, I would feel better if you guys were safe here than I would if we all tried to walk or something." he shrugged. "I know it's not ideal and I'm sorry." he sighed. "DO you want me to go grab you food before I leave? "

Zoey shook her head, “No. I don’t think I could eat even if I wanted to. I just- I have to spend every second staring at her.”

“It’s a wild feeling huh?” He asked, smiling. “Like. I’m afraid if I blink or walk away she’s going to disappear or something.”

“Yet here you are talking about leaving.” Zoey smiled, turning her head to kiss his side one again before looking back at the newborn, “I’m scared if I stop staring at her she’s going to grow up. It’s not even been an hour and I swear I already think she’s gotten bigger.”

“I am, but only because she needs stuff.” He sighed. “Trust me if I could get it here some other way I wouldn’t be leaving.” He admitted, looking at Zoey and then down at the infant again. “I think she has too, honestly she looks so much longer than she did even five minutes ago.”

Zoey gently patted his knee before pulling away. “Okay. Go. Before we both get to comfortable. Besides. She needs another bath because I’m almost positive she’s already gone to the bathroom and obviously doesn’t have any diapers.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He nodded, leaning forward to kiss her and then kissing the top of their daughter’s head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Obviously call If you need me but I’m just going less than ten minutes away to get formula, a car seat, diapers and wipes and an outfit to come back home with so I should be quick.” He nodded before he kissed her again and left, sneaking out of the party and to his car.

Fourth five minutes later, Zoey was pacing their shared room. Her hands tugging at her hair in stress as she called Asher. She hit the speaker button as the phone continued to ring. “You can’t do that!” She screamed, shoving his sister away from their daughter. “You think you can just call someone and take her!? That’s not how this works.” As the baby screamed near the phone, Zoey was seconds away from landing herself and assault charge “Touch her. I dare you!” She screamed as now more voices filled the room and the ongoing phone call now completely forgotten as she defended her daughter.

Asher picked up the phone just as he heard the commotion begin to pick up. “Zoey?” He asked, clearly having been forgotten as the noise in the other end got louder and louder. “Zoey what is going on?” He asked, pausing in his tracks as he listened. “Who is there? What’s happening? Zoey??”

“You bitch!” Zoey screamed before grabbing her phone and running after the other girl, who now had her baby, “Your psychotic sister! She called the police. Claiming we’re unfit parents and Bella’s going to-“ she stopped in her tracks, “Dammit you’re scaring her.” She spoke before a loud smack followed by Zoey’s gasp rang through the phone, “She hit me.” The young mother whispered.

Listening as Zoey screamed on the other end of the phone, Asher let himself listen, picking up the box with the car seat and the small pack of diapers he was trying to get to the front with as he listened. He was nearly to the front register - to say he was booking it to the front was probably an understatement - when he heard Zoey explain that his sister called the cops and he paused, shaking his head. "She did what?" he questioned, knowing that this was probably the reason for all the chaos. Zoey's sentence was interrupted with a loud smack and Asher pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it and then placing it back to his ear. "Are the police there? What are the police saying? Press charges! She has no reason to touch you or our child."

Zoey was frantically running down the stairs after the other girl, clearly frustrated. A large red handprint already forming on Zoey’s cheek though her makeup. A siren outside indicated police were seconds away. The second he spoke, Zoey stoped, a smile sliding onto her face, “You said our child.” Though her smile dropped when she noticed his sister now handing the baby over to the police, “No. no. No. No. No. she- she’s fine. Please.” Tears started flooding down her cheeks as she begged the officer to give her back the baby, “We- we didn’t know. Her dad’s at the store-“ Zoey’s entire body started shaking as the other officer started removing the baby from the home, “You can’t take her-“ Zoey cried, the phone falling to the floor as she begged though sobs, “Please. Please!”

"Zoey, tell them I'm five minutes out. I can be there in five minutes with a car seat if they'll just give us time. I can help explain.." she spoke, frantically digging through his pocket for the debit card, letting himself pay quickly before leaving the store. "I'm on my way.. I promise she's going to be fine.. let me talk to them? Maybe they'll stay until I can get there.."

“No!” Zoey let out a blood cutting scream as the officer got into the car, still holding their baby. Her knees gave out as she fell to the floor, thankfully the other officer catching her so Zoey didn’t hurt herself With a shaking hand she tried giving her phone to the other officer. “Talk to him? P- please? She’s not even an hour old. He- we- were trying. We haven’t had time to adjust. We- he’s getting the stuff we need.” She blubbered through more sobs.

The police officer that caught Zoey nodded, easing her to the ground so she was sitting more steadily. "We're going to take her, we need to take you. Get you both checked out and cleared by a doctor. I don't think that this is neglect. I think it was exactly as you said, you didn't know and you were unprepared. And if the doctor's say that's obvious, then we don't have to intervene anymore. I promise, we don't want to be the bad guys." he admitted. "If we call the paramedics, escort you guys to the hospital are you willing to go? Can he meet you there?"

Still shaking with adrenaline, Zoey nodded, “C- can we wait till he gets here though?” She reared up and wiped her eyes. At this point she was running on instinct. Maybe if she kept asking questions it would give Asher just enough time to get there before they took them. If she and the baby were taken to the hospital before Asher arrived she knew for sure he would kill his sister, “I’m not in the best mindset and- and Asher has always been more level headed then me. He can help answer questions.” She paused- grasping at straws, “b- before you go. I- she hit me. My- my boyfriend said I should press charges.”

“How close is he to being here?” The officer asked. “Is he close by or is he a bit away?” He questioned, as Asher heard and spoke up. “2 minutes. At the last red light now.” He spoke as he listened, hoping Zoey would repeat. “We don’t have a lot of time to wait-“ the officer started. “But, if you think he’s going to be here within five minutes we can wait, sure.”

“Less than two.” Zoey quickly piped up, hinting at Asher to hurry up. “Can I just-“ with a still shaking hand, Zoey pointed at the police car. “He took her. Can’t I just- I want to hold my baby. Grace looked like she was shaking her around a lot and I just- I need to know she’s okay.”

"We can wait." the officer said, moving so he helped Zoey stand. "I can't take her out of the car but I can take you to her, come on." he spoke, easing her up to her feet. "Once we know more about what's going on, we can also talk about pressing charges on that sister in law of yours."

Add key paused, “s-sister in law. Yeah.” She mumbled, playing with the engagement ring she had in a chain around her neck before moving quickly toward the car. The second she was in reach of the baby her tears started falling again. “Hey sweet girl.” She whispered, touching the infants hand. Her eyes constantly snapping up in search of Asher.

As Zoey was getting in the back of the car, Asher pulled into the driveway. Of course there was a crowd of people outside his house currently, his sister Grace front and center. Looking around he began looking for Zoey, who he didn't know was already inside the police car. "Where's my girlfriend? And my baby?"

Hearing his voice, Zoey reached back and gently dug her nails into his thigh to get Asher’s attention, “Were okay.” She sighed, looking back down that their daughter, “He said we have to go to the hospital. They made it clear Bella’s going either way. I’m hoping if I go maybe they won’t take her. I-“ she sighed, looking back at Asher as tears started to fall down her cheeks. “We have to have the doctors confirm it was a cryptic pregnancy. We have to have legal documentation that we didn’t know.”

When he heard Zoey confirm that she was okay, Asher nodded. “I don’t think Bella going and getting checked out is a bad thing.” He spoke. “I’m fact I think it’s probably needed. Are they going to let us go with her?” He asked looking at Zoey. He knew that they’d always kept track of anytime she had her period and he nodded. “I can make calls to the doctors offices. Because you had an appointment for birth control literally what, I guess 8 months ago or so for birth control?” He questioned. “Plus with the records of your period in our phone there’s gotta be a way we can convince them.” He spoke, taking a look at zoey’s face “Your face is brushing... are you pressing charges? And you two are both okay?”

“Ash. It’s late. No ones open for you to call.” She turned toward him, giving her boyfriend her full attention now. “What did you get Belle?” She questioned, looking back at the officer, “Am I allowed to dress her? It’s starting to get dark and I don’t want her getting cold.” Realizing what Asher had said, she looked back at him and cracked a smiled, “Did you just say the record of my period in our phones?”

“I can call tomorrow then. I didn’t realize what time it was.’ He spoke, nodding and turning to look at the officer who gave them permission to dress her. “That would be nice. Yeah.” He nodded, letting them do what they needed. Opening the bag, Asher pulled out a small pack of wipes, some diapers and a long sleeved sleeper onesie and showed it to Zoey. “I know it’s not the cutest but it’s the cheapest, and I figured it would be warm enough until we can get to the store for more stuff.” He spoke. “Is that okay?”

Zoey smiled, taking the tiny white outfit from him with pink flowers, “Wouldn’t be my first choice, but it’s perfect babe. Thank you.” Zoey leaned slightly out of the car to kiss him before looking back at their daughter and slowly getting her dressed, “Look what daddy got you baby girl. Isn’t he the sweetest?” She smiled, fully changing and dressing her before putting her back into the officer’s car seat. And out toward Asher. Zoey sniffled softly, obviously still crushed. “Do you want to see her?”

Watching as she got their daughter dressed Asher smiled, leaning forward and kissing her softly. “She’s cute. Looks much warmer now.” He spoke. “What does need to do now? Follow her to the hospital?” He questioned. “I have her car seat. I know you guys need it right?”

Zoey gently placed her hand on Asher’s chest as they stood next to the police car. She motioned her head toward his family before nervously pulling at the bottom of his shirt she was still wearing, “Think they deserve an explanation? Or at least some words for your sister?” Zoey reach up to touch her own cheek, cringing as it still hurt, “I mentioned that you suggested it.”

“No I don’t want to say anything to them. I do think you’d be more comfortable in pants though, do you want me to go grab you something?” He asked. “And then I can follow you to the hospital or wherever they think we should go next?”

Zoey raised an eyebrow, “do you think I’d be more comfortable in pants or you don’t want me seen without pants? Big difference.” She quietly kissed the side of his neck, “Fine. Pants. Maybe a phone charger. Anything you think we might need for the night. Who knows how long they’ll keep us. Rather be safe than sorry. I’ll go with them and text you as soon as we get in a room.”

“I don’t mind.” He spoke. “Because I know you’re comfortable without pants. But seeing how I’ve seen you tug in my shirt to keep yourself covered at least 4 times since I got back I think you’d be more comfortable with pants on.” He spoke. “Do I need to meet you there? Do you think they’re going to wait on me?”

“I might be able to distract them if you hurry.” She spoke, looking back over her shoulder at the officer, “And I’m only uncomfortable right now because your aunt is staring at me like I belong in the street corner.” She quickly kissed his cheek before looking back at the officer and questioning him as a distraction, “So. What’s the game plan? How does this work?”

Nodding as she began distracting him, Asher moved towards the house, gathering the things he knew they'd need. The officer looked down at her, sighing. "Well, we have to go to the hospital, you both have to get admitted for observation. You'll get observed, we'll try to get all the information that we can to go whichever direction it's going to go, and then when and if you guys end up being in the clear, you can bring her home." he spoke. "I believe you, I do, but sadly it's not entirely in my hands."

Shaking his head, Asher looked down at her, placing his hands on her waist. "Honestly, no." he sighed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "I don't want to do down there at all, but I know that's not entirely an option. Can't we just stay here for awhile? Make an appearance later and then come back?" he laughed.

Zoey giggled, burring her nose into his chest before kissing his chest. “I wish. But knowing your body mother she will send your sister to find us assuming we’re having sex.”

"I don't know if Mom even knows we have had sex." he admitted. "I mean, it's not like I go around telling her." he laughed. "Though, I'd assume they're not blind to it. I don't know." he rambled. "Fifteen more minutes?" he asked. "I'll behave I promise." he winked.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t.” Zoey mumbled, kissing his neck. Her grip on his shirt momentarily tightened as she was hit with another ‘cramp’. As he whined though, Zoey laughed, tugging on his hand and pulling him from the room. “Come on.”

As she took his hand and lead him out of the bedroom, he followed along closely behind her, one hand pressed against her side in an effort to keep her close. "If you happen to find the table with all the sweets, that's where you'll find me if we get separated." he laughed. "But I don't plan to leave your side if I can help it."

Zoey gripped tightly to the back of his shirt and nodded, “Like I’m leaving that table at all tonight.” Zoey laughed softly, tucking her head into his side as people stared.

"I'd say I'd join you but you know that would just make people stare more and I know you hate that." he laughed, looking back at her. "Don't want to make it obvious." he spoke, kissing her cheek.

Zoey giggled softly, “Of course. We have to mingle. We can’t appear ungrateful.” She rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe you dragged me.”

“I can appear however I want.” Asher laughed. “I’m the ‘ungrateful teenager who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on around him and what I’m lucky to have’.” He shrugged. “But I’d never put you in that position.”

“Have you told your mom that?” Zoey questioned, pulling away from his chest and taking his hand in hers, pulling him toward the drinks, “You promised me wine remember?” She questioned, her thumb already twisting the ring on her hand.

“No, I’m slick not stupid.” He laughed, looking at Zoey as he took her hand. Together they began making their way towards the drinks. “I did. Wine or whatever else your heart desires but wine is guaranteed to be here all night.”

“There might not be enough alcohol to get me though the night but it’s a start.” Hours later, Zoey was on the couch with Asher, her full body curled into his side in pain, wine still in her shaking hand. She whimpered softly.

With his arm wrapped around her, he heard her whimper, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “What is it, love?“ he asked, using a nickname he used with her a lot but especially when he was drinking. “Are you find being social?”

Zoey nodded, “just feeling a little sick.” She whispered, which she blamed on the three glasses of wine. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Zoey tearfully pulled herself away, leaving her shoes unattended by his feet and heading to the nearest bathroom, where she was missing for over a half hour.

Leaning forward and kissing her softly, his finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her, he nodded. “I’m sorry. We can go upstairs and you can nap if you want? Or I can get you some food…” he admitted, only nodding again once she announced she was going to the bathroom. “Yeah, whatever you need. I’ll grab us some snacks and meet you back here.” He spoke. One thing about Asher was when he was drinking, he lost all track of time. So, it was nearly 20 minutes before he realized she wasn’t back and he moved towards the door and knocked on it. “Someone’s in there.“ he heard, nodding. “I know..” he replied, knocking again. Zo- it’s me. You okay?”

By the time Asher found her, Zoey had somehow delivered a baby. Her closed spotted in blood from holding the infant to her chest. The baby cried softly, which a terrified Zoey tried silencing instantly. When she heard her name, Zoey looked toward the door, “Ash?” She asked softly, leaning over to unlock the door before sitting back down on the floor in shock.

“It’s me.” He nodded, opening the door and noticing immediately the baby on her arms. “Zoey-“ he paused, closing the door behind him and locking it. Probably wasn’t the wisest decision as he suddenly felt like he was going to pass out but he moved, sitting on the floor slowly. “I-what?” He asked. “Are you okay??” The shock written all over his face.

Zoey shook her head side to side, her entire body still shaking, “baby.” She whispered, clearly trying to process herself what just happened, “I- I just had a baby. At your parents party. Oh my god.” She shook her head, looking back down at the baby as it started crying “Shh. Please stop. No one can know about you. Shh.”

Looking between her and the baby Asher ran his hand nervously through his hair, his hand shaking. “I’m -“ he paused, swallowing. “How did you- you were pregnant?” He paused, looking at her. “Is this actually happening?”

Zoey shook her head, “No. no. I- I mean. Yes. Clearly. But no. I- I didn’t know.” She shook her head, reaching over his to get a towel from under the sink. She cringed, noticing it was white. Staining her future in laws towels though would have to wait. Carefully she wrapped the newborn up and the child stopped crying. Zoey let out a breath, her head resting against the wall. “Your parents are going to kill me.”

“I figured you didn’t.” He nodded, looking at her. “I just-“ he paused. “Does the baby look okay?” He was doing his best to remain calm despite the fact he was freaking out. “I- I’m not worried about them right now. Are you two okay? What do you need me to do?” He was trying to hard to be calm he wasn’t thinking about the fact he needed to call an ambulance.

Zoey nodded, “do you want to hold her?” She whispered, gently passing him the infant, “I think she’s okay. I- I can’t stop shaking. But i think it’s either shock or maybe blood loss.” She sighed, looking gown at her dress, “I mean/ this dress is ruined.”

“I do, hang on I’ll move to you.” He spoke, standing slowly and then settling on the floor next to her, reaching for their baby. “Wait did you say her?” He asked, smiling. “We have a daughter??” He questioned clearly distracted by anything else now.

Seeing how excited he seemed, Zoey smiled, nodding, “Yeah.” She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and reached over to touch the little girls hand before quietly counting her fingers for the millionth time.

“She’s perfect…” he spoke, looking down at the infant and then back over at Zoey. “You just delivered a baby on the bathroom floor..”

Zoey nodded, looking up at him, “Yeah. And it freaking sucked.” She jumped at a knock on the door. It startled the infant, causing the baby to scream and Zoey to instantly start panicking.

As the infant started crying, Asher sighed. “We’ve got to get you out of here. Get you two checked out. I just know there’s no way I can do it without someone seeing and I don’t feel comfortable waiting because it could be five in the morning.” He sighed.

“You expect me to just walk out there, carrying a baby like nothing happened? We can’t even drive if we wanted to. There’s to many other cars. Besides. We don’t have a car seat or anything.”

“No I don’t expect you to go anywhere.” He shook his head. “I’m just thinking out loud but you can’t stay here all night. I’m going to have to figure out something.” He spoke, not wanting to freak her out or tell her he was contemplating calling an ambulance.

“Here as in the bathroom? Or here as in your house?” Zoey questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t we just- I don’t know? Get me out? Upstairs to your room to rest? I want a shower. And baby girl needs to be cleaned off.”

“I meant the bathroom, but honestly I’m concerned about not getting you guys checked out.” He admitted, looking at his girlfriend and sighing slightly. “A shower would probably help you two feel better. I can get you upstairs I think. Just don’t know how subtly.”

Zoey took a deep breath and shakingly pulled herself to her feet. “I’m okay. I can hide it better. I’m worried about her though. People being loud. Scaring her. Not to mention them wanting to take her.”

“I get it, yeah. No one in this house is touching her though.” He spoke. “Not until we have the chance to make sure she’s okay.” He spoke. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me distract them so you can make your way upstairs?”

Zoey shook her head, “If I go alone I doubt anyone will even notice me. I can blend in. The only reason anyone even notices me is because they know you. Like I said. I’m more worried about her.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded. “I think it’ll be easier for you to blend in if you go alone. I can grab some drinks or something and then come up to you? Maybe?”

“While taking Bella?” She questioned, not even realizing she had absentmindedly named the baby, “I mean, we really didn’t discuss who was taking her honestly.”

“Do you want me to take her?” He asked. “I mean, I don’t mind if you know I will but also if you think people will be more likely to see me with her than I think it’s best for you to take her.” He spoke. “Also, Bella huh?” He smiled.

Zoey blushed, ignoring as he said the baby name back to her, “I just know I’m going to be moving slow. You can move up stairs a hell of a lot quicker than I can and get her hidden in your room before I even get to the stairs.”

“That’s true. I can always take her up there and then come back down or something. I just know you’ve barely eaten and I’m sure you could use some for to regain strength after all that.”

Zoey nodded, gently pushing him toward the door, “Go. SHES going to start inhaling the goop and she’s got to be cleaned. I’m right behind you.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He nodded. “I’ll see you upstairs.” He spoke, moving from the bathroom and heading upstairs, not realizing that his sister had seen him and was growing concerned.

Zoey took a couple of minutes to collect herself before following after him, much slower. She ignored the glaring eyes from his sister and went straight to the upstairs bathroom to get a wet cloth before returning to Asher’s room to clean the baby.

Once Zoey had joined him, Asher looked over at her as she came in with the rag. “I grabbed one from the bathroom in my way but I think another will help.” He nodded. “This one’s starting to get cold anyways.” He admitted looking down at their daughter. “Did anyone see you?”

Zoey shook her head as she carefully sat beside him, wincing in pain. “I don’t think so. I didn’t really look up though. I kinda just shuffled up here as quick as I could.” She looked down at their baby and smiled, “We have a kid.”

“I didn’t either.” He shook his head. “I’m sure someone noticed but I wasn’t paying enough attention.” He shrugged. “We do. How weird is that?” He asked. “You just had a child completely unmedicated. In a bathroom. How did you even do it?”

Zoey shrugged. “I guess my cramps were actually contractions? I just- I don’t even know. By the time I realized what was going on her head was pretty much already out. And it’s not like I could tell for you without attracting attention.”

“Oh it seems like it for sure.” He nodded, looking at their daughter and then back at her. “That’s crazy. Like this is actually insane.” He spokr. “How do you feel? What do you need?”

Zoey laughed softly, “You always ask what I need.” She shook her head, “I need a shower. And she- Bella needs everything. Clothes. Diapers. A bottle I guess? I don’t know how to feed her.”

“”You go shower. I’ll hold her. Figure out what we can do to get her out of here..or I guess to get out of here and get what she needs.” He spoke. “We can’t *both* go though we don’t have a car seat..” he spoke. “I can- I’ll figure it out. Just go shower and I’ll think while I hold her?”

Zoey nodded, leaning over to kiss his shoulder before kissing the baby. She quickly grabbed one of Asher’s shirts, wanting to be comfortable, before moving to the bathroom feeling absolutely disgusting after everything that had happened.

After what felt like hours later, Bella was sleeping and Zoey returned from the shower. Asher was sitting on his bed, only looking up when the knob turned and offering Zoey a welcoming smile when she came into the room. “Someone looks like momma when she sleeps.” He spoke, opening his arm the best he could to offer Zoey a spot with them on the bed.

“So a hot mess?” Zoey joked, carefully crawling into the bed and tucking herself into his side, “she’s much cuter then when I sleep. Besides, 90% of the time I end up on top of you.” She joked, turning her head to kiss his chest, “No lick finding her anything?”

“You are not a hot mess. You look peaceful when you sleep.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “I made some make shift clothes for her but I didn’t find anything for her. I’m going to have to go to the store. At least get some diapers a car seat and one outfit.”

Zoey whimpered softly at the thought of him leaving. She knew there wasn’t much of an option but the idea of being left alone at his parents house with a newborn they were trying to hide terrified her. Trying to stay positive, Zoey nuzzled into his side and responded, “Peaceful isn’t the word I would use but sure.”

"I don't love the idea of leaving you here, but, I mean, I would feel better if you guys were safe here than I would if we all tried to walk or something." he shrugged. "I know it's not ideal and I'm sorry." he sighed. "DO you want me to go grab you food before I leave? "

Zoey shook her head, “No. I don’t think I could eat even if I wanted to. I just- I have to spend every second staring at her.”

“It’s a wild feeling huh?” He asked, smiling. “Like. I’m afraid if I blink or walk away she’s going to disappear or something.”

“Yet here you are talking about leaving.” Zoey smiled, turning her head to kiss his side one again before looking back at the newborn, “I’m scared if I stop staring at her she’s going to grow up. It’s not even been an hour and I swear I already think she’s gotten bigger.”

“I am, but only because she needs stuff.” He sighed. “Trust me if I could get it here some other way I wouldn’t be leaving.” He admitted, looking at Zoey and then down at the infant again. “I think she has too, honestly she looks so much longer than she did even five minutes ago.”

Zoey gently patted his knee before pulling away. “Okay. Go. Before we both get to comfortable. Besides. She needs another bath because I’m almost positive she’s already gone to the bathroom and obviously doesn’t have any diapers.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He nodded, leaning forward to kiss her and then kissing the top of their daughter’s head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Obviously call If you need me but I’m just going less than ten minutes away to get formula, a car seat, diapers and wipes and an outfit to come back home with so I should be quick.” He nodded before he kissed her again and left, sneaking out of the party and to his car.

Fourth five minutes later, Zoey was pacing their shared room. Her hands tugging at her hair in stress as she called Asher. She hit the speaker button as the phone continued to ring. “You can’t do that!” She screamed, shoving his sister away from their daughter. “You think you can just call someone and take her!? That’s not how this works.” As the baby screamed near the phone, Zoey was seconds away from landing herself and assault charge “Touch her. I dare you!” She screamed as now more voices filled the room and the ongoing phone call now completely forgotten as she defended her daughter.

Asher picked up the phone just as he heard the commotion begin to pick up. “Zoey?” He asked, clearly having been forgotten as the noise in the other end got louder and louder. “Zoey what is going on?” He asked, pausing in his tracks as he listened. “Who is there? What’s happening? Zoey??”

“You bitch!” Zoey screamed before grabbing her phone and running after the other girl, who now had her baby, “Your psychotic sister! She called the police. Claiming we’re unfit parents and Bella’s going to-“ she stopped in her tracks, “Dammit you’re scaring her.” She spoke before a loud smack followed by Zoey’s gasp rang through the phone, “She hit me.” The young mother whispered.

Listening as Zoey screamed on the other end of the phone, Asher let himself listen, picking up the box with the car seat and the small pack of diapers he was trying to get to the front with as he listened. He was nearly to the front register - to say he was booking it to the front was probably an understatement - when he heard Zoey explain that his sister called the cops and he paused, shaking his head. "She did what?" he questioned, knowing that this was probably the reason for all the chaos. Zoey's sentence was interrupted with a loud smack and Asher pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it and then placing it back to his ear. "Are the police there? What are the police saying? Press charges! She has no reason to touch you or our child."

Zoey was frantically running down the stairs after the other girl, clearly frustrated. A large red handprint already forming on Zoey’s cheek though her makeup. A siren outside indicated police were seconds away. The second he spoke, Zoey stoped, a smile sliding onto her face, “You said our child.” Though her smile dropped when she noticed his sister now handing the baby over to the police, “No. no. No. No. No. she- she’s fine. Please.” Tears started flooding down her cheeks as she begged the officer to give her back the baby, “We- we didn’t know. Her dad’s at the store-“ Zoey’s entire body started shaking as the other officer started removing the baby from the home, “You can’t take her-“ Zoey cried, the phone falling to the floor as she begged though sobs, “Please. Please!”

"Zoey, tell them I'm five minutes out. I can be there in five minutes with a car seat if they'll just give us time. I can help explain.." she spoke, frantically digging through his pocket for the debit card, letting himself pay quickly before leaving the store. "I'm on my way.. I promise she's going to be fine.. let me talk to them? Maybe they'll stay until I can get there.."

“No!” Zoey let out a blood cutting scream as the officer got into the car, still holding their baby. Her knees gave out as she fell to the floor, thankfully the other officer catching her so Zoey didn’t hurt herself With a shaking hand she tried giving her phone to the other officer. “Talk to him? P- please? She’s not even an hour old. He- we- were trying. We haven’t had time to adjust. We- he’s getting the stuff we need.” She blubbered through more sobs.

The police officer that caught Zoey nodded, easing her to the ground so she was sitting more steadily. "We're going to take her, we need to take you. Get you both checked out and cleared by a doctor. I don't think that this is neglect. I think it was exactly as you said, you didn't know and you were unprepared. And if the doctor's say that's obvious, then we don't have to intervene anymore. I promise, we don't want to be the bad guys." he admitted. "If we call the paramedics, escort you guys to the hospital are you willing to go? Can he meet you there?"

Still shaking with adrenaline, Zoey nodded, “C- can we wait till he gets here though?” She reared up and wiped her eyes. At this point she was running on instinct. Maybe if she kept asking questions it would give Asher just enough time to get there before they took them. If she and the baby were taken to the hospital before Asher arrived she knew for sure he would kill his sister, “I’m not in the best mindset and- and Asher has always been more level headed then me. He can help answer questions.” She paused- grasping at straws, “b- before you go. I- she hit me. My- my boyfriend said I should press charges.”

“How close is he to being here?” The officer asked. “Is he close by or is he a bit away?” He questioned, as Asher heard and spoke up. “2 minutes. At the last red light now.” He spoke as he listened, hoping Zoey would repeat. “We don’t have a lot of time to wait-“ the officer started. “But, if you think he’s going to be here within five minutes we can wait, sure.”

“Less than two.” Zoey quickly piped up, hinting at Asher to hurry up. “Can I just-“ with a still shaking hand, Zoey pointed at the police car. “He took her. Can’t I just- I want to hold my baby. Grace looked like she was shaking her around a lot and I just- I need to know she’s okay.”

"We can wait." the officer said, moving so he helped Zoey stand. "I can't take her out of the car but I can take you to her, come on." he spoke, easing her up to her feet. "Once we know more about what's going on, we can also talk about pressing charges on that sister in law of yours."

Add key paused, “s-sister in law. Yeah.” She mumbled, playing with the engagement ring she had in a chain around her neck before moving quickly toward the car. The second she was in reach of the baby her tears started falling again. “Hey sweet girl.” She whispered, touching the infants hand. Her eyes constantly snapping up in search of Asher.

As Zoey was getting in the back of the car, Asher pulled into the driveway. Of course there was a crowd of people outside his house currently, his sister Grace front and center. Looking around he began looking for Zoey, who he didn't know was already inside the police car. "Where's my girlfriend? And my baby?"

Hearing his voice, Zoey reached back and gently dug her nails into his thigh to get Asher’s attention, “Were okay.” She sighed, looking back down that their daughter, “He said we have to go to the hospital. They made it clear Bella’s going either way. I’m hoping if I go maybe they won’t take her. I-“ she sighed, looking back at Asher as tears started to fall down her cheeks. “We have to have the doctors confirm it was a cryptic pregnancy. We have to have legal documentation that we didn’t know.”

When he heard Zoey confirm that she was okay, Asher nodded. “I don’t think Bella going and getting checked out is a bad thing.” He spoke. “I’m fact I think it’s probably needed. Are they going to let us go with her?” He asked looking at Zoey. He knew that they’d always kept track of anytime she had her period and he nodded. “I can make calls to the doctors offices. Because you had an appointment for birth control literally what, I guess 8 months ago or so for birth control?” He questioned. “Plus with the records of your period in our phone there’s gotta be a way we can convince them.” He spoke, taking a look at zoey’s face “Your face is brushing... are you pressing charges? And you two are both okay?”

“Ash. It’s late. No ones open for you to call.” She turned toward him, giving her boyfriend her full attention now. “What did you get Belle?” She questioned, looking back at the officer, “Am I allowed to dress her? It’s starting to get dark and I don’t want her getting cold.” Realizing what Asher had said, she looked back at him and cracked a smiled, “Did you just say the record of my period in our phones?”

“I can call tomorrow then. I didn’t realize what time it was.’ He spoke, nodding and turning to look at the officer who gave them permission to dress her. “That would be nice. Yeah.” He nodded, letting them do what they needed. Opening the bag, Asher pulled out a small pack of wipes, some diapers and a long sleeved sleeper onesie and showed it to Zoey. “I know it’s not the cutest but it’s the cheapest, and I figured it would be warm enough until we can get to the store for more stuff.” He spoke. “Is that okay?”

Zoey smiled, taking the tiny white outfit from him with pink flowers, “Wouldn’t be my first choice, but it’s perfect babe. Thank you.” Zoey leaned slightly out of the car to kiss him before looking back at their daughter and slowly getting her dressed, “Look what daddy got you baby girl. Isn’t he the sweetest?” She smiled, fully changing and dressing her before putting her back into the officer’s car seat. And out toward Asher. Zoey sniffled softly, obviously still crushed. “Do you want to see her?”

Watching as she got their daughter dressed Asher smiled, leaning forward and kissing her softly. “She’s cute. Looks much warmer now.” He spoke. “What does need to do now? Follow her to the hospital?” He questioned. “I have her car seat. I know you guys need it right?”

Zoey gently placed her hand on Asher’s chest as they stood next to the police car. She motioned her head toward his family before nervously pulling at the bottom of his shirt she was still wearing, “Think they deserve an explanation? Or at least some words for your sister?” Zoey reach up to touch her own cheek, cringing as it still hurt, “I mentioned that you suggested it.”

“No I don’t want to say anything to them. I do think you’d be more comfortable in pants though, do you want me to go grab you something?” He asked. “And then I can follow you to the hospital or wherever they think we should go next?”

Zoey raised an eyebrow, “do you think I’d be more comfortable in pants or you don’t want me seen without pants? Big difference.” She quietly kissed the side of his neck, “Fine. Pants. Maybe a phone charger. Anything you think we might need for the night. Who knows how long they’ll keep us. Rather be safe than sorry. I’ll go with them and text you as soon as we get in a room.”

“I don’t mind.” He spoke. “Because I know you’re comfortable without pants. But seeing how I’ve seen you tug in my shirt to keep yourself covered at least 4 times since I got back I think you’d be more comfortable with pants on.” He spoke. “Do I need to meet you there? Do you think they’re going to wait on me?”

Shaking his head, Asher looked down at her, placing his hands on her waist. "Honestly, no." he sighed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "I don't want to do down there at all, but I know that's not entirely an option. Can't we just stay here for awhile? Make an appearance later and then come back?" he laughed.

Zoey giggled, burring her nose into his chest before kissing his chest. “I wish. But knowing your body mother she will send your sister to find us assuming we’re having sex.”

"I don't know if Mom even knows we have had sex." he admitted. "I mean, it's not like I go around telling her." he laughed. "Though, I'd assume they're not blind to it. I don't know." he rambled. "Fifteen more minutes?" he asked. "I'll behave I promise." he winked.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t.” Zoey mumbled, kissing his neck. Her grip on his shirt momentarily tightened as she was hit with another ‘cramp’. As he whined though, Zoey laughed, tugging on his hand and pulling him from the room. “Come on.”

As she took his hand and lead him out of the bedroom, he followed along closely behind her, one hand pressed against her side in an effort to keep her close. "If you happen to find the table with all the sweets, that's where you'll find me if we get separated." he laughed. "But I don't plan to leave your side if I can help it."

Zoey gripped tightly to the back of his shirt and nodded, “Like I’m leaving that table at all tonight.” Zoey laughed softly, tucking her head into his side as people stared.

"I'd say I'd join you but you know that would just make people stare more and I know you hate that." he laughed, looking back at her. "Don't want to make it obvious." he spoke, kissing her cheek.

Zoey giggled softly, “Of course. We have to mingle. We can’t appear ungrateful.” She rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe you dragged me.”

“I can appear however I want.” Asher laughed. “I’m the ‘ungrateful teenager who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on around him and what I’m lucky to have’.” He shrugged. “But I’d never put you in that position.”

“Have you told your mom that?” Zoey questioned, pulling away from his chest and taking his hand in hers, pulling him toward the drinks, “You promised me wine remember?” She questioned, her thumb already twisting the ring on her hand.

“No, I’m slick not stupid.” He laughed, looking at Zoey as he took her hand. Together they began making their way towards the drinks. “I did. Wine or whatever else your heart desires but wine is guaranteed to be here all night.”

“There might not be enough alcohol to get me though the night but it’s a start.” Hours later, Zoey was on the couch with Asher, her full body curled into his side in pain, wine still in her shaking hand. She whimpered softly.

With his arm wrapped around her, he heard her whimper, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “What is it, love?“ he asked, using a nickname he used with her a lot but especially when he was drinking. “Are you find being social?”

Zoey nodded, “just feeling a little sick.” She whispered, which she blamed on the three glasses of wine. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Zoey tearfully pulled herself away, leaving her shoes unattended by his feet and heading to the nearest bathroom, where she was missing for over a half hour.

Leaning forward and kissing her softly, his finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her, he nodded. “I’m sorry. We can go upstairs and you can nap if you want? Or I can get you some food…” he admitted, only nodding again once she announced she was going to the bathroom. “Yeah, whatever you need. I’ll grab us some snacks and meet you back here.” He spoke. One thing about Asher was when he was drinking, he lost all track of time. So, it was nearly 20 minutes before he realized she wasn’t back and he moved towards the door and knocked on it. “Someone’s in there.“ he heard, nodding. “I know..” he replied, knocking again. Zo- it’s me. You okay?”

By the time Asher found her, Zoey had somehow delivered a baby. Her closed spotted in blood from holding the infant to her chest. The baby cried softly, which a terrified Zoey tried silencing instantly. When she heard her name, Zoey looked toward the door, “Ash?” She asked softly, leaning over to unlock the door before sitting back down on the floor in shock.

“It’s me.” He nodded, opening the door and noticing immediately the baby on her arms. “Zoey-“ he paused, closing the door behind him and locking it. Probably wasn’t the wisest decision as he suddenly felt like he was going to pass out but he moved, sitting on the floor slowly. “I-what?” He asked. “Are you okay??” The shock written all over his face.

Zoey shook her head side to side, her entire body still shaking, “baby.” She whispered, clearly trying to process herself what just happened, “I- I just had a baby. At your parents party. Oh my god.” She shook her head, looking back down at the baby as it started crying “Shh. Please stop. No one can know about you. Shh.”

Looking between her and the baby Asher ran his hand nervously through his hair, his hand shaking. “I’m -“ he paused, swallowing. “How did you- you were pregnant?” He paused, looking at her. “Is this actually happening?”

Zoey shook her head, “No. no. I- I mean. Yes. Clearly. But no. I- I didn’t know.” She shook her head, reaching over his to get a towel from under the sink. She cringed, noticing it was white. Staining her future in laws towels though would have to wait. Carefully she wrapped the newborn up and the child stopped crying. Zoey let out a breath, her head resting against the wall. “Your parents are going to kill me.”

“I figured you didn’t.” He nodded, looking at her. “I just-“ he paused. “Does the baby look okay?” He was doing his best to remain calm despite the fact he was freaking out. “I- I’m not worried about them right now. Are you two okay? What do you need me to do?” He was trying to hard to be calm he wasn’t thinking about the fact he needed to call an ambulance.

Zoey nodded, “do you want to hold her?” She whispered, gently passing him the infant, “I think she’s okay. I- I can’t stop shaking. But i think it’s either shock or maybe blood loss.” She sighed, looking gown at her dress, “I mean/ this dress is ruined.”

“I do, hang on I’ll move to you.” He spoke, standing slowly and then settling on the floor next to her, reaching for their baby. “Wait did you say her?” He asked, smiling. “We have a daughter??” He questioned clearly distracted by anything else now.

Seeing how excited he seemed, Zoey smiled, nodding, “Yeah.” She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and reached over to touch the little girls hand before quietly counting her fingers for the millionth time.

“She’s perfect…” he spoke, looking down at the infant and then back over at Zoey. “You just delivered a baby on the bathroom floor..”

Zoey nodded, looking up at him, “Yeah. And it freaking sucked.” She jumped at a knock on the door. It startled the infant, causing the baby to scream and Zoey to instantly start panicking.

As the infant started crying, Asher sighed. “We’ve got to get you out of here. Get you two checked out. I just know there’s no way I can do it without someone seeing and I don’t feel comfortable waiting because it could be five in the morning.” He sighed.

“You expect me to just walk out there, carrying a baby like nothing happened? We can’t even drive if we wanted to. There’s to many other cars. Besides. We don’t have a car seat or anything.”

“No I don’t expect you to go anywhere.” He shook his head. “I’m just thinking out loud but you can’t stay here all night. I’m going to have to figure out something.” He spoke, not wanting to freak her out or tell her he was contemplating calling an ambulance.

“Here as in the bathroom? Or here as in your house?” Zoey questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t we just- I don’t know? Get me out? Upstairs to your room to rest? I want a shower. And baby girl needs to be cleaned off.”

“I meant the bathroom, but honestly I’m concerned about not getting you guys checked out.” He admitted, looking at his girlfriend and sighing slightly. “A shower would probably help you two feel better. I can get you upstairs I think. Just don’t know how subtly.”

Zoey took a deep breath and shakingly pulled herself to her feet. “I’m okay. I can hide it better. I’m worried about her though. People being loud. Scaring her. Not to mention them wanting to take her.”

“I get it, yeah. No one in this house is touching her though.” He spoke. “Not until we have the chance to make sure she’s okay.” He spoke. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me distract them so you can make your way upstairs?”

Zoey shook her head, “If I go alone I doubt anyone will even notice me. I can blend in. The only reason anyone even notices me is because they know you. Like I said. I’m more worried about her.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded. “I think it’ll be easier for you to blend in if you go alone. I can grab some drinks or something and then come up to you? Maybe?”

“While taking Bella?” She questioned, not even realizing she had absentmindedly named the baby, “I mean, we really didn’t discuss who was taking her honestly.”

“Do you want me to take her?” He asked. “I mean, I don’t mind if you know I will but also if you think people will be more likely to see me with her than I think it’s best for you to take her.” He spoke. “Also, Bella huh?” He smiled.

Zoey blushed, ignoring as he said the baby name back to her, “I just know I’m going to be moving slow. You can move up stairs a hell of a lot quicker than I can and get her hidden in your room before I even get to the stairs.”

“That’s true. I can always take her up there and then come back down or something. I just know you’ve barely eaten and I’m sure you could use some for to regain strength after all that.”

Zoey nodded, gently pushing him toward the door, “Go. SHES going to start inhaling the goop and she’s got to be cleaned. I’m right behind you.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He nodded. “I’ll see you upstairs.” He spoke, moving from the bathroom and heading upstairs, not realizing that his sister had seen him and was growing concerned.

Zoey took a couple of minutes to collect herself before following after him, much slower. She ignored the glaring eyes from his sister and went straight to the upstairs bathroom to get a wet cloth before returning to Asher’s room to clean the baby.

Once Zoey had joined him, Asher looked over at her as she came in with the rag. “I grabbed one from the bathroom in my way but I think another will help.” He nodded. “This one’s starting to get cold anyways.” He admitted looking down at their daughter. “Did anyone see you?”

Zoey shook her head as she carefully sat beside him, wincing in pain. “I don’t think so. I didn’t really look up though. I kinda just shuffled up here as quick as I could.” She looked down at their baby and smiled, “We have a kid.”

“I didn’t either.” He shook his head. “I’m sure someone noticed but I wasn’t paying enough attention.” He shrugged. “We do. How weird is that?” He asked. “You just had a child completely unmedicated. In a bathroom. How did you even do it?”