Tiselle
I was awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of someone knocking on the door.
“Tiselle, it’s Syrana,” I heard from the other side.
“And Dominique,” a child’s voice added.
“It’s getting late in the morning. Dominique was getting worried, so I told him we could come and check on you,” Syrana continued, making me smile at the thought of Blaiz’s sweet little boy worrying about me.
“She’s fine, mon nounours. We will be down shortly,” Blaiz hoarsely responded while pulling me closer to him, then he snuggled his face into the back of my neck before murmuring “Bonjour, ma colombe.”
“Bonjour, mon bel homme,” I mumbled in return before giggling because his facial hairs were tickling my neck.
After propping himself up on his elbow, Blaiz moved my hair, so he could caress my cheek, as
