Natalie,
I stroked Petrus’s cheek softly as he mumbled something in his sleep, and a smile tugged at my lips.
I stroked his growing beard a little and my smile broadened because I’m starting to like it.
It made him look more rugged and masculine. It really suits his Mafia boss states.
I stopped when he frowned a little, then he turned around, sleeping on his back with his hands, one above his head and the other on his chest.
I slowly got out of the bed, then slipped into my shirt that was on the floor from yesterday, then went to my room’s door, giving him one last look before going downstairs.
I found Abbey already in the kitchen starting our breakfast while Zac was in his small baby chair around the table.
He was holding a small piece of an apple and just sucking on it while he wa
