By the end of the dinner, Ashlyn was sleeping in Greyson's arms. She curled herself up on his chest. She pursed her lips and clutched her grandfather's shirt.
Hazel paused for a while when she saw this. The two of them looked serene, and Greyson showed the side that Hazel had never seen before.
He was a shitty father for Hazel, but he might be a loving grandfather for Ashlyn.
"We are going to leave." Hazel approached them.
Greyson was sitting in his armchair, facing the television that had been muted, showing a cartoon that he used to entertain the little one before she fell asleep.
The room was cool, and Greyson draped a blanket around Ashlyn's body.
"Why don't you stay for the night?" Greyson didn't lift his head; the baby enchanted him. "Stay here for the night. You can use your room. Someone has been cleaning it up regularly." He caressed Ashlyn's cheek. "It's already so late."
