Caleb
I roll over, my left arm curled, situated underneath Sutton's neck. Propping myself up, my elbow pushing into the mattress, my free hand holding up my head, I quietly admire her as she peacefully sleeps in bliss.
I watch as her chest lightly inhales and exhales, her face holding a small grin with her lips sitting at the corner of her cheeks. She's not just content, she's happy and she's safe at my family's home.
"God I love you Sutton," I whisper while I hold my head up on its own so I can stroke back the loose strands of her jet black hair behind her ear.
I don't mean to, but apparently I wake her as she groggily replies, her body unwinding, stretching out in a morning rise. "Caleb?" Sutton questions, still not letting her lids lift.
"Yes baby?" I keep stroking, my fingers now
