13 He makes you your favourite food

Your POV: 

I walked into the living room tired of the United work that was piling up and sat on the couch

"Ashtonnnn" I tried calling out for someone to hold me 

I looked to my right to see Ashton in an apron walk toward me 

"How was uni?" He asked 

"Total crap" I replied 

"I did something that might cheer you up though" he said 

"What is it?" I asked curiously 

"I made your favorite" 

"Pasta with a lot of cheese and no veggies?" I looked at him like a child 

"Just liked your dad used to make" he chucked, although pasta seemed a little childish with no vegetables, I liked it because it just reminds me of how dad used to make me it when I was like 9. 

"Ashton awww, that's so sweet"

After dinner I showered and now was in bed with Ashton, I had totally forgotten about my crappy day and the best end to it was getting to cuddle him while we fall asleep. His arms were wrapped around my body and mine around his, it felt safe, that feeling of security.