“Daddy,” Paisley shouted and came bounding down the stairs. “Ash is real sick. She’s got the pukies now.” Fuck. I went charging up the stairs and found Ashlan hugging the toilet, and little Hadley was standing there in a pink T-shirt and a pair of white shorts, her hair tied up in a little knot on top of her head, and she was rubbing Ash’s back and smiling up at me. “Wuvie sick.”
