Amir’s birthday celebration carried into the morning. Trying to be thoughtful I had booked a floor of suites at the Royal Fairmont for all the family, just in case anyone imbibed far more than they could handle.
I blinked awake fully, the room still dim with the heavy hotel curtains drawn shut. The faint hum of the city below seeped through the windows, softened by the plush carpet. I also just noticed that Malik had snuck into our bed and there was ridiculous number of pillows that he had kicked onto the floor during the night.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks, and his tiny fist was curled around a handful of my nightie as if he’d been afraid that I might drift away in his sleep. The thought made my chest ache in the best way.
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