Monica's POV
My phone chimed with a message from Morris informing me he was waiting downstairs. With a flutter of excitement in my chest, I grabbed my purse and hurried down to meet him.
"Morning, gorgeous. Sleep well?" Morris greeted me, pulling me into his strong arms and delivering a kiss that made my knees weak.
I smiled against his lips. "Wonderfully, actually. I dreamt about this incredibly sexy man who happens to be my boyfriend."
"I believe that would be me," he responded with that devastating smile that never failed to quicken my pulse. "Where's the little guy? Aren't we taking him to daycare today?"
My heart swelled hearing him ask about my son with such genuine interest.
"Natalie took him already. She's absolutely obsessed with being his godmother."
"Well, she'll need to learn to share him with me. I think he and I became buddies yesterday. He liked me, right?" Morris's expression turned slightly anxious, seeking my validation.
