「The next day.」
Nia Mitchell opened her eyes early. She had evaded Maxwell Peary's torments through tears and tantrums the night before, so she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning.
Today was a black Sunday because... her mother-in-law was coming!
Just thinking about it made Nia wish she could knock herself out with a stick.
She turned to look at Maxwell, who was still fast asleep, holding her tightly in his arms.
His eyelashes were very long, so much so that she was tempted to poke them.
Maxwell, in his slumber, lost all his dominance and solemnity, appearing much softer.
His lips that were often pursed tight were now slightly loose, and his eyebrows that were always slightly knitted relaxed too.
His usually neat hair was now disheveled. He looked just like a man in his early twenties. Who could tell that he was already twenty-nine?
Having such a "Sleeping Beauty" next to her, Nia started playing around, poking Maxwell's cheek, nose, and lips relentlessly.
"Hey!"
