Ashton’s POV
I move around the kitchen, tidying up on autopilot. I can hear my daughter giggling loudly, punctuated by the splashing of water as she takes her bath. My gut twists uncomfortably; she’s getting very comfortable with Luna . . . too comfortable, and honestly . . . so am I. It is a dangerous slope, because she’ll be leaving soon . . . not that I’ve done anything to find someone to replace her.
‘She’s leaving,’ I growl to myself firmly. ‘You need to find a real nanny, and fast.’
I nod decisively. I will ring around tomorrow morning after practice and see if anyone has become available with the agencies I signed up with.
Closing the door to the dishwasher, I press the start button. The machine hums to life as I turn on my heel and head out of the kitchen, making my way into th
