'Caireann. Baby wake up.' Theodore's weight on the bed woke me before his voice did. 'You left last night without saying goodbye. Are you alright?'
I opened my eyes and saw he was in a sleep suit and there was a dull light coming through the curtains. There was a fire in the hearth across the room and a pale pink, silk robe was draped over the chair by the dressing table.
'Its morning?' It confused me why he was crumpled and in pyjamas. 'Did you not come to bed?'
Theodore shook his head and climbed over me and under the covers. 'No baby, I have my own room. It's not the way here to share a room.' He draped his arm across my belly and nuzzled at my neck.
What does he mean? I don't want to sleep without him. He's my husband. He should be with me.
'Why did you leave without saying goodb
