Three
When I wake up again, I'm alone in the bedroom. Finn must have left at some point without me noticing. I'm surprisingly awake. I don't think I've not felt tired ever since Ruby's birth, but right now, I'm getting close. s*x and sleep always help.
I yawn and put on a bathrobe. I don't have the patience to get dressed properly. My stomach growls and my boobs are threatening to leak. I have higher priorities than looking good. Food for me and food for Ruby.
All four of my men are waiting in the kitchen. There's a feast spread out on the table: fresh bread, homemade jam, some leftover meat stew and smoked fish. I only wish we had eggs. I've been craving them throughout my pregnancy and even now, but there are no chickens on this island. There are seabirds, but they nest in the cliffs
