ASHLEY'S P.O.V

It was the scent of something new yet sweetly familiar that woke me up.

I blinked, trying to take in my surroundings. Where was I?

The walls weren't white, and I couldn't smell antiseptic in the air. My heart calmed down, I didn't even know it was racing like that. 

Instantly, my hand moved to my stomach, touching and caressing the curve of it lightly. As if sensing my worries, my little girl kicked me, giving me the confirmation that she was still there, still ...