Sierra's POV
Turning over on the bed, I felt something warm on my cheeks. A startled gasp escaped my lips as I sat up, almost bumping my head on him.
“Elvis, you scared me,” I said, holding my chest, the sleep fog dispensing.
“I'm awake, see?” I told him when he still kept his face close to mine.
He didn't move, his gaze remained on my face. “Why were you smiling in your sleep, Mummy?” he asked, his brows furrowed in that adorable way he had.
My eyes widened. Smiling in my sleep? It didn't take long for me to understand and embarrassment washed over me. I could not say a word.
He leaned closer, a pout forming on his lips. “Mommy,” he sounded worried now.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, gently brushing his hair.
“Your eyes are dark and swollen,” he pointed out. “Did you cry, mommy?”
