Chapter 47

• Feeling too warm, Monica fluttered her eyes open, and the first thing she saw was the clock on her nightstand. It was six am. She was lying on her side, and there was something heavy on her back and waist. She glanced at her stomach and saw that a big hand was draped over it. Her eyes rolled to the man behind her, and a small smile spread on her lips. Adam was hugging her. They had slept like this. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart quickened. This was a moment to treasure.
• She put her small hand on his and wrapped it with her fingers. This was perfect. Only if they could be like this every morning.
• “We have to get up in five minutes,” his rough, sleepy voice rumbled through the room, and Monica jumped.