It was around 6:45 in the morning and amen knew damn well he wasn't supposed to be in bed cuddling with his wife while a rescue mission couldn't begin until he was present.
Still his hands were around his woman and he didn't to let go. He didn't want to even think of letting go, though he knew he had to.
His chin rested on her braided hair as he took in her scent. It wasn't like she smelt like her normal coconut oil or like her avocado shampoo.
Her hair smelt exactly how it was supposed to, like hadn't been taken care of for a month now.
The smell made him remember how he found her yesterday, and that was why he didn't want to let go. He didn't want to see her like that. Not ever.
When he saw how unkept she was, how she looked so thorn and so haunted, it broke all his walls, brok
