I pull Ashton closer, wrapping the thick duvet around both of our shoulders to trap the morning warmth. He rests his chin on my chest, looking up at me with eyes full of wonder.”So…” he whispers, tracing a slow circle over my collarbone. ”Tell me more. What did she look like? Our little girl.”A massive smile spreads across my face just thinking about her. ”She had your hair, Ash. That beautiful, bright white hair. In the vision, when she was crying after falling off her bike, I could see it clearly against my shirt. It was like looking at a little piece of you.”Ashton’s breath catches, and his smile grows so wide his eyes crinkle at the corners. ”White hair? Really?” He ducks his head for a second, pressing a soft kiss to my chest before looking back up. Ashton sniffles softly, blinking back fresh tears of happiness. ”And she called you ’Daddy'?””Yeah…” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. ”'Daddy, Daddy,' just like that.”Ashton shifts, sliding his leg over mine and bury
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