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Pick
That night, I came home from work to find Eva curled up on the couch asleep.
“Oh, hell, no.” This was not going to fly with me.
If she was going to stay the night in my apartment, I didn’t want her anywhere but in my bed. So I scooped her up and carried her back to my room. She stirred along the way.
“Pick?” I loved her sleepy, blurry voice, especially when she was saying my name. “What’re you doing?”
“You are not sleeping on that couch.”
She curled more fully into me and rested her cheek on my shoulder. “Well, neither should you.”
I shook my head. “My place, my rules. No sexy new mother is allowed to sleep in anything but a bed.”
Neither of us mentioned the extra bed in Tristy’s room, and she had to know it was there. She’d passed the opened doorway to get to my room I do
