His eyes slowly opened, the bright light nearly blinding him.
Bright light?
Then he felt someone stir in his arms, her head resting against his chest. Her hair was scattered over his chest, forming a silk curtain which shielded her face from his view.
She whimpered and adjusted slightly, her breathing calm and steady.
She was still asleep…
And he couldn't blame her…
They had been awake all night and had fallen asleep sometime during dawn.
Even then, he hadn't expected to let himself sleep the day away.
But for some reason, he didn't even want to leave the bed. And her cozy warmth.
Then there was a knock on the door.
He stiffened, glancing down at his sleeping wife to ensure that the sound hadn't disturbed her.
Thankfully, she was still asleep. But when he tried to slip out from underneath her, her hand tightened.
He reached down and caught her hand in his, peeling it away from its tight hold over his abdomen.
The knock came again, louder and more insistent than before.
