Tate
Glancing down at his watch, Tate groaned. Where had the time gone? He swore it felt like he had just sat down with Kelly to watch a movie not more than five minutes ago. However, the soft snores coming from his mate told him that they had been there a lot longer than that. Slowly and ever so quietly so he didn’t wake her, Tate turned the TV off and eased himself out from under her before scooting off the couch. Holding his breath, he straightened and tiptoed over to their room, where he opened the door. Tiptoeing back, he slid his arms under her and hoisted her off the couch while making a mental note to tell Ramona they needed to make sure Kelly was eating enough. She was as light as a feather. He was pretty sure that the last time he had picked her up like this; she hadn’t been thi
