The next morning, the quiet of the room was interrupted by Logan's alarm ringing at 6:30 AM. His hand reaches out to silence it, but as the soft buzz dies away, he finds himself reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed. Without thinking, he pulls Grace closer to him, wrapping his arm around her as she sighs in her sleep, her body shifting slightly against his.
"Good morning, baby," Logan whispers, his voice thick with sleep as he kisses her temple softly.
Grace stirs, her eyes slowly fluttering open, and a small smile spread across her face as she hears his voice. "Good morning, Johnny," she murmurs, her voice warm and groggy.
He kisses her temple again, feeling the comfort of the moment wash over him. Grace was only in his t-shirt and her underwear, and Logan was shirtless, in just his
