Luna’s POV
The credits roll on the fourth film of the afternoon, casting a flickering glow over the room as the remnants of our take out goes cold on the coffee table in front of us. Outside, the street is finally quiet; the reporters were moved on by the police a few hours ago, granting us enough breathing room to get food delivered in with minimal fuss as neither of us felt like cooking.
We’re all crowded on the couch as Beth insisted we be. The little girl is wedged between us, her head resting on her dad’s chest as she snores gently. The blanket I draped over her an hour ago, has slipped down, resting loosely at her waist.
‘I think she’s out for the night’ Ashton murmurs over her head as he looks at me, exhaustion evident in his own eyes.
I nod, offering a small smile. ‘It was a pr
