Ally’s POV
I woke up with a slight headache to find Caleb sitting on the bed, his hands behind his head, eyes currently fascinated with the ceiling. His favorite thinking position.
The obnoxious child in me wanted to scream and startle him, the image of him tumbling off the bed and landing on the ground amusing, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a squeak and hello, headache.
So much for thinking it was slight.
Caleb's eyes moved immediately and we stared at each other for what felt like hours and it was like the part of me that wanted to cry finally decided to show up.
I didn't try to stop myself and when he gathered me up in his arms, rocking me slowly the way he always did when I cried, my quiet sobs increased until I knew he would have to change
