I woke to the distant, rhythmic sound of a rooster crowing, the sky outside still a deep, bruised purple. It was barely six o’clock, that quiet hour where the world feels like it belongs only to the people awake to see it. I felt incredibly loved, sandwiched between the two most important men in my life. Finn was a warm weight against my side, snoring softly, while Eric’s heavy arm was draped across us both like a shield.
“Hey,” Eric’s voice broke the silence—a deep, husky rumble laced with sleep that vibrated through the mattress.
“Good morning,” I whispered back, turning my head to find him already staring at me.
“Morning.”
I reached out, weaving my fingers through his dark locks. He let out a long, contented sigh, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. But then, the playfulness in h
