“Eme?” she heard a voice call out as warm hands caressed her cheeks softly.
“Mera?” the voice called again and she groaned at the disturbance.
“Sweetheart, wake up,” her eyelashes which were always closed halfway finally fluttered open, revealing her tired eyes.
She looked around until her eyes stopped at the sight of the person before her—Logan. He was all dressed up.
“Baby, is everything alright?” he inquired worriedly as he helped her sit, “You've never slept this long before. Are you ok?” he felt her forehead for a fever.
“You don't seem to have a fever. So, what's wrong?” he sat beside her on the bed and gently pulled away the hairband she had used to hold her golden hair into a messy ponytail before softly massaging her tensed scalp.
She sighed in content as she i
