*Mila*
Warm lips pressed to my cheek, pulling me from my dreams. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at Soren's smiling face.
“Good morning, sleepy head."
He put his newspaper aside, curled an arm under my neck, leaned down and kissed me. His breath held the faintest hint of fresh coffee.
I'd never been a big coffee drinker. Especially now that I was pregnant. But I liked the scent on his breath. Then again, he always smelled amazing.
I lifted a hand and cupped Soren's face, a bright flash catching my eye. Pulling back, I saw the ring on my finger and a smile tugged at my lips.
It had been three days since Soren proposed, and I still had to convince myself it wasn't just my imagination!
“It's really great to see you smiling this early in the morning," Soren asked, pulling my a
