His chest rumbles with laughter under me. My eyes sting with happiness when he holds me tighter and kisses my forehead again. Love and joy course through me so strongly it takes all my will power not to blurt out the words.
It’s just post-sex hormones.
I repeat that mantra over and over until I’m drifting off to sleep.
Warm, moist breath hits my face in puffs. There’s heat at my back, and a solid arm thrown over my waist. As my awareness lifts, I feel the sensation of being watched, not just by my dog.
My dog who shouldn’t be in the room.
Two sets of big, brown eyes are staring intently at me when my own flutter open.
“Why are you in bed with my daddy?” Izzy asks, tilting her head to side.
Oh, fuck me. Is it too late to sink under the covers and let Drew handle this? I jab him with elbow, waking him suddenly.
“Ow. There are better ways to wake up?—”
“Izzy’s awake,” I interrupt before he says something he won’t be able to explain.
He lifts his head in surprise.
“Why are you sleeping with Willa?”
“Uh,” he pushes himself into a sitting position. “Come up here, Bug. Let’s have a talk.”
I start to slide out of bed, so glad he woke me up before I could fully fall asleep, so we could put clothes on. I’m wearing one of his shirts which is long enough to hit me mid-thigh.
“You’re staying for this.” His hand wraps around my elbow and tugs me beside him.
Maya, never one to stand for being left out of a cuddle puddle jumps up onto the bed and lays down next to Izzy.
“Willa and I decided that we want to be together in a relationship last night. We’ve gone out on a few dates and really like each other.”
“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“But only if you’re okay with it,” I add.
“Are you going to get married?”
“Not yet.” The way that answer just casually came out Drew’s mouth, like it’s a foregone conclusion that we will eventually, makes my heart skip a beat. “We’ll want to spend more time together and get to know each other even more before that happens.”
“Can I be a flower girl?” she asks me.
My jaw drops, and I look to Drew for guidance. He’s no help, barely holding himself together. “If that time comes, yes, of course you can be a flower girl.”
“Why don’t you go out in the living room, and we’ll be out soon to make breakfast,” Drew tells her.
“Okay.” She bounces off the bed and calls Maya to go with her.
“That was a hell of a way to wake up.”
“When.” He kisses my shoulder. “Not if.”
“When what?”
“When we get married.”
