“Daddy, can I sleep with you and Mama?” from the doorway.
“Christ,” I groan in frustration as Ashlyn carefully turns and sits up, giving me an apologetic smile before looking at our daughter.
“Come on up, baby.” She pats the bed, and Destiny grins then runs across the room and climbs up next to her. Watching her tuck our daughter into her side, I pull both my girls close and rest my hand over my son, who will be here in a few months. Holding everything that is important, I close my eyes and fall asleep.