-Cora-
Peter’s cries wake me. I stretch and reach over to lift him from the bassinet when I smell my mate and remember he’s home. I turn to him, but the bed is empty. That’s odd. The sun is just now beginning to rise, and while it is technically morning, he’s never up this early.
I stand and walk to the changing table to tend to Peter when I spot my mate asleep on the couch. What the hell? I go straight to him. He’s sleeping on his back, with his hands behind his head. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Rage consumes me. He didn’t want to sleep with me. He got a few nights away and decided that the couch was better than beside me.
I lift my leg and kick his elbow, knocking his arm out from under him. He startles, but not as much as when I reach down and yank
