Ashton's POV(Their child)

"What time are you going home?"

I leaned forward as I kiss my mom's cheeks. She was here at the kitchen preparing our breakfast. I saw her laugh as a big yawn escaped my lips.

"I don't know Mom. Around six? I'll make sure I'd be here before little chip's party" I answered before reaching for an apple sitting at the top of the counter. Soft chuckles escaped her lips, my eyes squinted a little at her reaction.

It's Friday and I had to drop by ...