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Daddy Ashton
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Ongoing, First published Jul 16, 2016
"You can't just waltz in and out of her life whenever you feel like it Ash. My daughter-"

"OUR daughter!" Ashton screams back at me. 

"MY daughter deserves a dad! What do you think gives you the right to earn the title of dad? Where were you "dad" when she woke up every night for the first 5 months with collick? Where were you when she said her first word, took her first steps. WHERE WERE YOU?" 

A moment of silence falls upon us. I hear little footsteps tip-tapping against the tiles of the floor. A small head with long brunette hair appears around the corner. Ash sees me staring, causing him to turn around. He looks back at me for confirmation, I nod my head. He turns to look at the small petite girl, shrinking to her level. 

"Hi, you must be....Rosie" she nods slowly, not sure what to make of him. 

"Rosie, darling, this is a friend of mummy's."

"My names Ashton...And you're going to be seeing a lot more of me." 


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Write about me

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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.