Nicholas smirked as he watched Lorraine sleep, the red-head lying on her side. He was resting on his right side, trailing his left hand over her body, his hand coming to rest on her baby bump. The archer smiled at his fiancée softly, the twenty-two-year-old moving closer to his touch in her sleep. He moved slowly so he could press his lips to her stomach before climbing out of bed, leaving her to rest.
The archer threw on a pair of sleeping pants before quietly leaving the room, making his way down to the kitchen. He found his brother already there, a pot of coffee already brewing. The older of the two smirked at Nicholas, noticing how his little brother had multiple hickeys all over his neck and chest.
"Little Hawk, I only heard you two once last night. And yet, you're covered with all
