–Damon–
I woke up earlier than I expected. And there she was—my wife. So damn beautiful. Her skin practically glowing in the soft morning light, her lips slightly parted, her body draped in exhaustion and satisfaction. Yeah, I wore her out. Of course I did. Can you blame me?
I pressed a kiss to her forehead before heading to the sink to brush my teeth and splash cold water on my face—because let's be honest, I needed to cool down before I did something that would keep her in bed all day.
I pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and stepped outside, only to find Grandpa Reagan already waiting... and frowning. What a sight to ruin a morning.
"Livana? Is she awake?" he asked.
I grinned like the charming bastard I am. "Grandpa, it's been two weeks since we last saw each other. Maybe we should let her sleep in?"
"You rascal!" he snapped, lifting his cane like he actually intended to whack me with it.
