Luna’s POV
We take seats around the heavy kitchen table. Beth and Ashton sit side by side on one side, while I settle across from the little girl on the other. She giggles as her dad expertly ties a tea towel around her neck like a makeshift bib, draping a second one across her lap for good measure.
‘I spill’ she states firmly, pointing a small finger at the bowl in front of her.
I nod, smiling at her as she grins back. She grabs her fork with both hands and begins a valiant, if messy attempt, to twirl the spaghetti around the tines.
‘Here baby, let me help you,’ Ashton murmurs. His large hands gently eclipses hers as he takes the fork from her fingers, expertly spinning it against the curve of the bowl before lifting the perfect coil up and holding it out to her.
‘I don’t need help D
