The next morning when Belle opened her eyes, she found herself to be in Lucas' arms with her back facing him as he snuggly held her close. His face was buried in her hair. Her hand was about to reach out for the cover when she felt Lucas pull her closer to him and she smiled.
"You are awake," she said, feeling him snuggle his head into the crook of her neck.
"I don't sleep much," Lucas reminded her and she slowly turned around so that she could face him, "Good morning, little rabbit."
"Good morning, Mr. Butler," a small giggle escaped her lips, a nickname she had given him when she was young. Back in the past, her mother scolded her to stop addressing Lucas informally and this had led to the little girl to address him as 'Mr. Butler' which didn't stick too long as she was back to calling him by his name, "Thank you for staying with me," she whispered to him.
