Louis awoke from his dream, his eyelids not yet fully open, when the warmth beside him first registered in his perception.
It was soft, hot, with a faint lingering fragrance mixed with the subtle scent of pine under the sunlight.
He blinked and slowly turned his head, seeing a familiar blue long hair quietly spread across the pillow, gently rising and falling with her breath.
Emily lay motionless in his arms, not even twitching her eyebrows.
Louis blinked silently, sighed a bit helplessly, "Ah, it's hard work for the grand cause of making babies."
He made a little quip, but the main matters were pressing.
He cautiously sat up from Emily's side, careful not to disturb her.
The gray-white morning light from outside filtered in, and even with geothermal heating, a brisk chill permeated the air.
Winter truly had arrived, and it would be a tough one, several times harder than last year.
