Ashton’s POV
‘Daddy, what are we going to do today?’ Beth asks as I wipe the remaining chocolate sauce from her chin with a napkin.
Dropping the napkin to my plate, I tap my chin thoughtfully. Across from me, Luna pushes back her chair and starts to quietly take our dishes over to the dishwasher, scraping the residue into the trash can before rinsing and loading them.
‘I don’t know,’ I sigh heavily, ‘I’m pretty tired . . .’ I look down at my daughter’s expectant face, my eyes twinkling despite my feigned exhaustion, adding in a loud yawn for effect.
‘No, you’re not’ Beth protests.
I slump into my seat, sliding toward her until my weight rests slightly on her small shoulders. She giggles reluctantly, her little hands bracing against me to push me back.
‘So . . . . sleepy . . .’ I groa
