Seven Months Later
I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty as heck. We're at the apartment in Manhattan and it's currently three in the morning according to the clock on my bedside table. I grab the tumbler and take a generous sip, my parched throat immediately satiated at the coolness of the water.
My husband is still sleeping next to me. We got in a little late last night because we were out partying with friends. I lay back down in bed and turn to face him. He's on his back, but his face is tilted towards me, and he's slightly snoring. We had a very busy week during the holidays, meeting a lot of people while we're here in the city. We almost canceled last night to stay in, but Giovanni—the party-loving fool convinced us to go out, saying we don't get to hang out as much anymore since Gael moved to Mayne.
Gael's finally having his much-deserved sleep and I don't want to wake him. So I'm just going to keep staring at his gorgeous face.
