He calls me beautiful like it's my name.
~Pintrest~
Mia
Cuddling into his arms, my face on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. A soft breeze rustling our curtains as we laid in each other's arms. It was a cool and perfect evening.
"I'm sleepy," I said drowsily, laying on a pillow with my head beneath my hand.
"I know, Bella," he responded, kissing the top of my head.
"You can go down for dinner; I'll be fine." I drawled, burrowing deeper into my pillow.
"I'll wait for you." If I had the strength, I would have laughed at how matter of fact he sounded.
"I might be out of it longer."
"No you won't, you always sleep a maximum of two hours every time we make love except the first time."
I smiled; at least I think I did.
"Sleep, Bella Mia. I'll be here when you wake up."
