Carina POV
My eyelids are heavy, and it feels like a bucket of sand has been dumped into my eyes when I wake up.
“Oh, dear goddess,” I groan, pulling the linen over my head when last night’s memories hit me. I made an utter fool of myself. Crying like a baby for no reason. How am I supposed to earn the respect of the pack when I am a weak crybaby? I am so ashamed.
The mattress dents behind me and a strong arm drapes over my body.
“Good morning,” Mason pulls the blanket away and kisses me on the cheek. “Time to get up.”
Great, I groan inwardly, not only did I freak out for no reason, but I overslept. Can I be any more useless?
“Oh, no, Rick,” I look at him stunned. “I didn’t hear him cry, he …”
“Relax,” Mason gently kisses me. “Our son is fed, dry and happily sleeping in Aunt Pamela’
