Bryan's POV
I wake up with a start and my eyes fly open to the handsome figure right next to me on my massive bed.
He is curled up with his hair falling all over his face and the remnants of the chocolates I gave him last night as a bribe falling off his half-open mouth.
I smile and relax back, thinking of what woke me up.
Did he stir and I woke up in fright that he will soon wake up with a cry?
I don't know why I am awake. I guess it is just a fatherly instinct.
Impulsively, my hand finds its way to his chubby cheeks and I rub my hand over his face in adoration.
He stirs again and coughs.
Quickly, I pull the remnant of the chocolates out of his mouth and drop it on the side drawers. My hands become sticky and as much as I want to ignore them, too tired to get up from the bed to
