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Rebecka POV: There's a knock on the door and I open my eyes. Adam is breathing heavy beside me so I try to wiggle myself out of his grip around my waist. His hand reach out for me and I smile when he puts his head on my pillow and inhales my scent in his sleep. I tiptoe to the door and open it as quiet as I can. A beautiful blackhaired woman stands on the other side with a nice smile on her face. She seems to be in her late forties, she's wearing light blue jeans and a black and red checked flanell shirt. "Hi." She greets me with a smile and her brown eyes reminds me of Adams. This have to be his mother. "Hi." I say and blush when I realise I'm only wearing one of Adams large t-shirts. "I'm Sonya. Adams mom. It's nice to meet you Rebecka." "Nice to meet you too." M
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