JJ’s POV
She’s only slept in my arms twice, but they were the best sleeps of my life. The smell of her invaded my lungs all throughout the night, reminding me she was by my side. Her warmth and little snores kept a smile on my face any time I would wake. Most nights I didn’t get much sleep, hating the world around me. Honestly, I learned how to survive with little sleep when I was younger, being too scared in that house all alone to get much sleep. As I got older, it just became a habit, even though I was no longer afraid. Instead, I stayed up most nights honing my art skills.
“Morning, Princess,” I greeted her, seeing her starting to stir.
“Mmm, morning,” she groaned in that sweet sleepy voice. I love that sound.
“What are we doing today?” I asked, letting her decide our plans for
