Ashlynn's POV
I fluttered my eyes open to see Barrette sitting in the chair beside me holding our daughter. Everything in my body hurt, but I was so afraid that I was going to die that I didn't care because lying here seeing him hold her, I knew that everything was going to be OK.
"She looks good on you," I whispered. My throat was dry and felt like I had had sandpaper shoved down there several times.
"God, you are awake. I've missed you," he said, standing up. "How do you feel?"
"Like I've been run over by a truck. How is she? I need to see her," I said, and tried to sit up a little bit, but the pain that ripped through my chest was intense and took my breath away.
"Don't move. You've been through a lot and scared the crap out of me. I thought I was going to lose you, both of
