Megan's POV
"I think I can't breathe; I felt so full," I mumbled as I leaned my back on my chair, and I heard my husband chuckle.
"I think I should prepare your breakfast every morning from now on; I am good at making pancakes," Ashton replied as he looked at me sideways while my son's face shone with excitement.
"Wow, I would love that," I responded.
"I love it too," Axel seconded, and his father beamed at him.
We got out of the restaurant with a full stomach and happy faces; as my husband drove my sister's car, I couldn't stop looking around and realized how much I missed my hometown.
"Shit, this is not good," I heard Ashton say as we neared our house, and when I raised my head, I realized there were reporters and photographers in front of our house, and I wondered what was going on.
"You don't need to get out of the car; you can turn around and let us come back later when they are all gone, Ashton," Ava replied.
