(Ulva's POV)
The next morning, I remained on the bed with Ralph on the bed. I laid on his chest, playing with my fingers.
"Don't you feel tired?" Ralph asked me.
"Tired of what?" I asked.
"Me" he replied. I raised my head and stared at him.
"Why should you say I'm tired of you? Does it say so on my face?" I asked.
"I know it doesn't show my lady, I just don't want you to get tired of me. I know I'm a very boring mate" he said. I chuckled softly and touched his hair.
"Don't say something like that Ralph. I'll go have a bath now and go prepare breakfast for you" I said and got out of the bed. He stopped me by pulling my hand. He gave me that scary look which mean a lot of things.
"Fine, I won't cook. I'll just bath and go check on Alvie" I said and left the room, freeing myself
