Amelia’s POV
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight peeking through the curtains.
I looked over to my left and found Damien beside me, his arm was still on my stomach.
I watched him quietly, he was still asleep.
The same cold billionaire I was made to marry two years ago was now wrapped all over me, looking peaceful.
I carefully pulled his arm off me, slipped out of bed, and walked towards the window.
As I stared the window, lost in thoughts, Damien stirred behind me.
I looked over my shoulder.
A sleepy smile appeared on his face.
“Good morning, wife.”
Wife. For the first time ever, Damien called me ‘Wife.” I was stunned.
“Good morning.”
“Did you sleep good?”
I nodded.
“Yes, you?.”
“I did too.”
He stretched and looked at the clock.
“Mhm, what time is it?”
