During the night, I manage to sleep for a few hours. It's probably thanks to my body's tiredness, but I close my eyes soon after putting my head on the pillow. I don't even look for Alexander's warmth, this time.
I barely sense his strong arms pulling me in his embrace, and his hot lips pecking mine in a short, chaste kiss. When I wake up, in the middle of the night, I find myself clinging on my husband shamelessly.
I don't dare to move, fearing that it would alert this unmistakeable warrior at my side. Also, he's so comfortable to lean on.
I've had so many dreams during such a short time, but I don't remember any of them. Luckily, because my stomach tells me it wasn't anything that would make me happy.
I just remember a pair of sapphire eyes, the colour of the sea. Not my eyes, though, mine are of a way lighter shade. I've forgotten the most relevant part of the whole dream, some detail that would have made me even more frightened than I already am.
