Fiona
A hard, warm body curls around me and makes me sigh as I wake up. Ethan’s arms around my waist keep me tucked back against his chest, but I find I don’t mind. In fact, I really, really don’t mind.
The full, soft feeling in my chest expands. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s amazing, like I have the brightest, yet softest fire burning right in the center of my chest.
It’s probably because I love the feeling of him holding me like I’m something precious. The way his arms cradle me while his hand gently lays against my stomach, like he’s protecting our unborn child even in his sleep… it’s more than I could have ever imagined.
Will it always be like this with Ethan?
God, I hope so.
After last night and this morning, I couldn’t imagine anything different. Life without h
