Ashton’s POV
I’m nursing a beer, slumped in my armchair as my friends inhale the pizza I ordered and watch a hockey game on my tv. Beth is finally in bed. She went up only after having talking off the ear of every man in the room. She insisted that Kane colour with her, showed Marcus her stone collection that comprises of two smooth pebbles that she found in the garden, and then curled up in Tank’s lap. She was oblivious to the discomfort of the gruff, silent goalie as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, but she ultimately agreed to go upstairs afterwards. Now with my daughter no longer here to distract me, moodiness and anxiety settle in. I just want everyone to leave. I want Luna to come home, but at the same time, I don’t, because I don’t want Marcus or any of the others no
