"Brandon Heath, I'm feeling a bit sleepy." Aria Rowlett snuggled in his arms and talked for a while, her eyelids gradually growing heavy.
She was very sleepy throughout her pregnancy.
Even if she slept more than ten hours a day, she always felt like it wasn't enough.
Had she not asked the doctor whether this was normal, she would have doubted if she was sick.
"You should sleep if you're tired." Brandon carried her to the bed on one side, gently put her down, and covered her with the blanket.
"But I don't really want to sleep." Aria rubbed her eyes, her voice sounding drowsy.
"So?" Brandon knew his little wife certainly had a request. With a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips, he asked softly.
Aria was ten years younger than him. In Brandon's eyes, she was still a little girl.
In their daily lives, he did pamper her like a child.
Aria blinked her eyes, pleading sweetly, "Sing me to sleep."
