Ashleigh was glad for the recent lull, which happened after every concert. It meant she got Louis, and didn't have to worry about her dumb old singing career. Something about it made her loathe it. Maybe it was the way her mother just accepted her running away all those years ago.
"Ashleigh... Are you awake ma'cherie?"
Ashleigh giggled as she heard the faint familiar sound of Louis's rapping knuckles on her hotel door. She was pulled out of her thoughts, and went to the door, opening it slowly. "Mon cherie?" She giggled, having learned just enough French to be able to tease her love.
"Come in, why don't you?" She grinned, eyeing his guitar case, then meeting his eyes. Those bright, menacing blue eyes. She thought for a moment where she saw them yesterday, but that was impossible, as they were in concert mode. Ashleigh then mentally scolded herself. The baby's eyes were his. Her baby girl's.
"Are you hungry, love?" She asked sincerely, sitting on her couch in the room, looking at him as she stretched, looking at him upside down. She giggled at her tiresome efforts to make him come to her. Her arms went limp, flailing against the backside if the couch, upside down.