Ashton’s POV
I make my way toward Beth’s bedroom, pushing open the door with a gentle touch. My attention is drawn immediately to the small, huddled mound curled beneath the covers, a mop of gold hair peeking out from the top of the comforter, spilling across the pillow. A soft smile tugs my lips into a soft smile as I slip inside, crossing the floor with hushed steps. I kneel down beside the child sized bed, my little girl letting out a soft snore, her nose wrinkling cutely as she clings to her stuffy in her sleep.
I watch her for a long moment, soaking in the peaceful lines her small face while she dreams. She really is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I still struggle to comprehend how I helped create her; I mean, I’m far from perfect, but my Beth? She’s as close to perfection a
