“But you looked so peaceful,” Ashley said placing her hands on the blonde’s hips and giving them an affectionate squeeze. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to wake an angel while they’re sleeping.”

Spencer blushed lightly. “I’m not the one who needs sleep,” she said as she lifted her thumb to trace the dark circles under the rocker’s eyes.

“Sleeps for the weak,” Ashley replied puffing her chest out.

“Don’t you ever get a break,” the blonde asked cupping the rocker’s cheek.

Ashley leaned into the touch and smiled. “Not really baby. Little hours of sleep are also a part of the whole touring package.”

Spencer contemplated this then spoke, “After rehearsals how much time do you have before the concert,” she asked biting her lip thoughtfully.

“About an hour and half,” Ashley answered.

“Good. From now on after rehearsals you’re going to come back to the hotel with me to get some sleep before your show,” Spencer informed living no room for objections.

The rocker smirked, “Wow, we’re not even married yet and you’re already bossing me around.”
“That’s right,” the blonde nodded.

“I like bossy Spencer,” Ashley wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. She pulled the blonde closer and encircled her arms around her waist. “It’s kind of hot seeing you give an order. It puts naughty images in my head.”

Spencer suddenly felt bold. She tilted her head. “What kind of images,” she husked.

Ashley smirked at the blonde’s confidence. “Well they involve you in a little police outfit with a pair of handcuffs-

Eric cleared his throat loudly with intention.

Ashley shot him a glare, “Do you always have to butt in on moments.”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said pointedly. “You guys are the ones putting on an ‘Oh la la’ show for everybody.”

Spencer looked around and noted that indeed everyone in the room was looking subtly and not too subtly in their direction. She blushed hard and looked down embarrassed.

“Okay, the show’s over folks,” Ashley informed pulling away from Spencer. “Let’s get back to work everybody c’mon.”

As the band began to set up Clay came rushing into the room gripping a cell phone. He all but ran over to Ashley. “Ashley Kyla needs to speak to you.” He said holding the phone out to her.

“Could you tell her to wait,” Ashley replied. “We’re about to rehearse.”

“She said it’s urgent,” Clay said handing her the phone. “She doesn’t sound good.”

With those words Ryan walked over to them. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with Kyla?” He questioned.

Ashley held the phone to her ear. “Kyla what’s … wait hold on … Kyla calm down … why are you crying … Kyla okay … calm down … what’s wrong ….”

The rocker paused. The group watched Ashley concerned. The brunette’s eyes widened. She gasped into the phone, “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Yeah … I’ll be there as soon as I can … bye!”

Ashley shoved the phone back into Clay’s hand and quickly exited the room. Spencer followed behind her. “Ashley, what’s going on?” She asked as she rushed to catch up to the rocker as they hurried down the hall. She gripped her fiancée’s hand stopping her.

Ashley turned to look at the blonde. Tears stood in her eyes. Spencer’s concern grew, “What did Kyla say Ash?”

“Grandma just had a heart attack,” the rocker replied. “She’s in the hospital.”

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