It was 3 am. You were in your shared room with your husband, with your daughter in your arms. You were trying to calm down your 6 months old baby, Amelia, who woke you guys up. She was crying and sobbing for a few minutes now, you were gently rocking her. Ash was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard. He shirtless, his skin exposing his tattoos, while he was looking at you and your daughter.