I felt someone snug me closer to something warm, hard and comfortable, my eyes slowly flattered open and my face was opposite Wayne’s chest, I smiled. I couldn’t remember the last time someone held me this close as we slept, Quin usually came home after I was asleep and was out before I woke up or he would turn away from when I tried to cuddle with him. I gently got Wayne’s hand off of me, trying not to wake him up. I successfully managed to get out of bed without waking him up and I went to prepare some breakfast.
Nick woke up as I finished making a fresh pot of coffee and poured myself a cup, “good morning.” He muttered as he joined me in the kitchen.
“Good morning sweetie. I’m sorry I didn’t get here to put you in bed.”
“No worries, Wayne tells the bedtime story much better than you.
