Jasmine
In a low-hanging branch outside the bedroom window, a mourning dove cooed a spring-time wake-up call that I’d grown used to. My toes curled into my stretch, and I rolled over to starfish in the huge bed, fists digging into the sheets beneath me.
Wait… in bed?
I jolted upright, the covers pooling around my waist, where I did, in fact, sit in bed. My gaze shot over to Kaison’s crib and the last thing I remembered: stroking his hand and drifting off at his side after my nightmare. Had I sleep-walked myself back to bed, or had I dreamt the entire thing?
And what was that scent on me?
Plucking my nightdress to my nose and inhaling a faint aroma of fresh forest under a rainstorm, my lower belly twisted and my insides fluttered. I glanced over to my door, finding it ajar when I knew
