Ashton’s POV
I make my way back downstairs, the soft padded footsteps of my daughter beside me. I head toward the kitchen, stepping inside and make my way straight to the refrigerator, pulling open the door and taking out the pack of mincemeat that is sitting on the bottom shelf along with some vegetables from the drawer.
‘What are we having?’ Beth asks curiously as she pulls out one of the kitchen chairs, the lags scraping loudly across the flooring, so she can sit down.
‘Spaghetti and meatballs’ I reply, carrying everything over to the worktop before grabbing some milk and pouring a glass that I place on the table beside my daughter.
‘You’re not putting icky vegetables in it are you?’ Beth asks suspiciously as she grabs the plastic beaker and lifts it to her lips.
‘I’m making it ex
