I opened my eyes sighing. Jake was still holding me like a baby, and I smiled at the realization. He was still sleeping.
I sat up slowly, trying not to wake him, and slung my legs off of the bed. At first I just sat there, getting used to the sunlight. Then I reached for my glasses on the side table and put them on. I stretched and then put my hair up in a messy bun.
I waltz in the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table drinking her coffee. I grinned and kissed her on the cheek.
"Morning mom!" She chuckled and looked at me, questioning my mood.
"Why are you in such a great mood?" I shrugged, opening the fridge. Poring myself a nice glass of water.
"No reason. How was the baby?" I asked, trying to turn the conversation around. She beamed and I sat down on the opposite side of her.
