Mish's POV
Waking up beside Wes, I reach out and shuffle closer. Wes responding immediately, his arms roping around to hold me close.
Six days.
How much more those six days mean now.
"Morning" I whisper into his chest.
"Morning" he responds in kind as he places a soft kiss to my hair.
"How you feeling?" he asks, my stomach turning at his words as I quickly realize not having dinner may have been a mistake.
As I again rejoin the toilet bowl, Wes again sits down beside me. His gentle touches pushing away my shame as I retch bile.
When it finally seems to calm down, Wes moves to turn on the shower, helping me in before disappearing, reentering soon after with an array of fruits.
This wolf.
We spend a quiet morning together, eating whilst sitting on the couch, the tv humming in the b
