Ainsley didn't fail to realize that he'd noticed, and she knew he would, especially when he took a few steps closer than her. Still, he didn't take the time to look down her body like other men might have. He had never been that type of guy. He'd always been completely respectful with her and other women, and it'd been one of the things she loved about him. His reply made her nod. He really wasn't, and she thought of all the times she'd woken him up in the middle of the night to... Her blush deepened, and she wished that it would go away. His walking closer made her nervous, but he didn't invade her space which made her relax. A long time ago, him coming closer would make her smile and kiss him, bit that was years ago. That was then, and this is now. His next words made her eyes widen, as she heard how bitter they were. Her face became redder, as she bit into her bottom lip, wondering what she'd been thinking to do what she had. She knew. She hadn't been thinking. "I just thought..." Ainsley murmered before shaking her head. "I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry. When I get done making his bottle, I'll change back into my clothes. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy." And Ainsley was still red, thinking that maybe making the bottle in the bathroom may be easier, and she began to head for the exit, knowing she'd have to pass him.

She heard Lucas sigh and knew he must be remembering old memories. Before she could walk out, his words stopped her, as he told her to wait. Ainsley did as he asked, her feet stopping in their tracks, as she slowly turned around to face him, her eyes watching him, wondering what it was he wanted to say. His words made her eyes widen in surprise, and she bit into her lip. She'd known that the two of them would need to talk about this, but she hadn't thought it would come up so soon. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" she asks him, raising an eyebrow at him though she was still biting into her cheek, knowing he wouldn't like what she had to say. "I don't think that's a good idea. Things between us aren't exactly he greatest, and...," she shook her head. "Tomorrow I was going to take Tommy home and stay there. I mean you can see him whenever you want, but I think it's best...," she trailed off, hearing her son's cries once more and she gave Lucas an apologetic look. "We can't talk now. He needs a bottle." And she left, going to the bathroom before quickly making him a bottle and shaking it up and giving it to her baby who suckled for a few moments before falling asleep. Relieved, Ainsley walked back into the bedroom, slipping her shirt, no Lucas' shirt off, as she searched for her own clothes.

((hehe maybe he walks in?? hehe))

Ainsley really wasn't happy that she was changing. Her clothes weren't near as comfortable as his shirt, and she knew it'd be harder to fall asleep, but she wasn't going to complain. He'd offer her the bed. That didn't mean she could roam in his closet too, that was unfair of her. And seeing her like that must bring up memories for Lucas, that she knew. She decided not to think more about it and leaned down to pick up her shirt when she saw the door open. Her eyes widened, as they met Lucas'. Immediately his cheeks turned pink, and he turned around, as a squeal of surprise left her mouth. She pushed the shirt against her body, covering herself, watching as he scratched the back of his head, rambling an apology. She smiled, thinking it was cute. He always rambled when he was nervous, and she'd always liked that about him, it was nice seeing that hadn't changed. "It's fine," she tells him, slipping her clothes back on. "It's not anything you haven't seen before." And he'd done more than just see. She blushed thinking of everything he'd done to her body before. Ainsley turned. "I'm decent. What did you need?" Her voice is soft, her eyes searching.

At his words Ainsley nodded, understanding what he was saying. It wasn't important because now wasn't then. Now he couldn't walk up to her and kiss her and run his fingers down her body. Now, she couldn't tangle her fingers in his hair and tug, as he pleasured her. Things were different now, and she needed to get that through her head. Once she said she was decent, he turned around, eyes looking at her as if she had grown another head. Ainsley briefly wondered if he'd been with anyone since her and found herself getting jealous at the thought though she knew she didn't have the right to. She had left him. Ainsley had decided to walk out of his life. He began talking, and at is words she nodded, biting her lip, already not liking the words about to leave her mouth. "Maybe I get him through the week, and you get him over the weekend?" she suggested, knowing that was what a lot of parents did though she had to admit that she didn't really like the thought of not seeing her baby throughout the weekend. That was when she spent the most time with him, and switching homes wouldnt be good for Tommy. She hoped he saw the flaw in that plan as she did.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lucas was already shaking his head, displeased evident on his face. He didn't like the idea anymore than she did, and she didn't blame him. Not seeing her son throughout the weekend really wasn't that appealing to her. His words made Ainsley nod her head, not arguing with him. But with that ruled out, the only way he could see his son whenever he wanted was if the two of them moved in together, and she didn't think that was the best idea. She bit into her bottom lip, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him from under her long lashes. "Maybe I can move closer? Just a few minutes away?" she suggests, biting the inside of her cheek, as her eyes looked from the floor and back up to him, fiddling with her fingers. "But until than I...we can stay here, and I can teach you how to take care of him?" she asks, not knowing whether or not he would like that idea, thinking he would rather opt for her to stay there altogether and although she didn't like it too much she had to admit that it was ideal. And it wouldn't be forever, only for the most at a year.

Ainsley saw the frown on Lucas' face and immediately she wondered what it was that she had said wrong. She'd thought that would be an easy compromise, but maybe not? At his words she inhaled sharply, not knowing what to say. Her eyes looked down at her hands. "Lucas, do you really think us living together is the way to go?" she asks. Ainsley didn't know about being with him, she didn't want to get to know a man who'd loved her with all his heart and now could hardly stand the sight of her, hated her for what he'd done. She didn't like it. At his question about her work, a small, shy smile came onto her face, as her eyes fluttered up to him. "I actually found a job writing," she tells him, knowing he knew how happy she would be about it. "It pays me well, well enough to have a baby and keep rent and food on the table as well as have some spending money. And I mostly work from home," she tells him, happy, as she thought about her career. Writing had always been a passion of hers and to have a job, doing something that she loved, was amazing.

Ainsley listened to Lucas, her eyes finding his, as he talked. And she had to admit that she agreed with his words and she thought that he was right. They could manage as long as they were honest with each other. More importantly as long as she was honest with him and truthful. This had never been a problem between the two of them, had never been a problem until she left without telling him a word. And it wouldn't be a problem now she knew because she couldn't bare lying to him. Ainsley still cared deeply about him despite what she'd done to him. When he asked if they could be friends still for Tommy, so tommy was raised in the best environment possible, Ainsley nodded her head. "I'd like that," she whispers, running her fingers through her hair wondering if he was still upset wth her. Then she cleared that thought, knowing he was, and now wondering how angry he still was at her. She knew that Lucas was no trying to make the best of the situation for Tommy and didn't run her running away again. But once that wore off, would he give her the cold shoulder whenever Tommy was around or worse, not even acknowledge her?

And then she watched, as he pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing his eyes shut which made her cock her head to the side, wondering what she had said wrong. He'd been more open a second ago, and now he seemed to shut down on her. At his words, Ainsley nodded and watched as he began to head into the living room once more to sleep, but she quickly stood up, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Lucas," she calls softly, biting her lip, blush across her nose, as she looked at him once more. "I'm so sorry for what I did, and I missed you," she tells him. He wanted honest, and thats what she would give him. "I still care for you."