Ashton’s POV
I step into the house, my limbs heavy with a deep boned exhaustion. Practice was gruelling, a relentless cycle of drills, followed by over two hours of going through game footage with the coach, eticulously studying our opponents for the upcoming three game road trip. Now, all I want is a hot bath to soak my muscles, a hot meal, and some quiet time with my little girl before I put her to bed.
As I drop my bag by the door and kick off my boots, I tilt my head slightly, a prickle of confusion surfacing. The house is silent, far too quiet for an afternoon with a five year old . . . My heart skips as anxiety claws at me, where is she?
‘Beth?’ I call out, my voice raspy as I trudge toward the living room.
I reach the doorway just as Luna emerges from the kitchen, her gaze lifti
