Leona stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer into my rigid chest. She brought warmth all around me. Her green orbs closed, her naturally long eyelashes steadily unmoving, her pouty pink lips. Noticing the hickeys on her neck that I had unapologetically laid there last night. I could never get enough of her, I didn't want to be sorely dependent on her because the day she realizes; I'm not worth it, I will be left heartbroken. I laid my arm around her waist pulling her closer if there was even any space left between us. I was awake not for any horrid reason but only because I was happy. My hand ran over her stomach still not unnoticeable. Our child was in there and the feeling brought unwavering tears under my eyes. Someone was actually going to call me 'dad' if there isn't anything crazier
