The alarm went off, blaring in my ear, and I groaned as I slapped my hand down on it. I stared at the time, sighing as I registered it was Monday and we really did have to get up.
Going back to work was rough. Being on vacation had been a heaven of sorts, and reality was brutal, making me appreciate every moment away that much more.
Granted, it wasn’t all bad—Lila was with me. My wife.
“Come on, get up,” I said as I yawned, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and stretching.
She whimpered, face down in her pillow. “Only if you promise Starbucks.”
I snickered. “Trust me, baby, I don’t want to leave this bed either. And I promise we’ll stop.”
Her head tilted up and she huffed, blowing the wild strands of hair from her face. She was pouty and grumpy, making her f*****g adorable an
