The sounds of the birds in the trees stirred Bell from the best night of sleep she had experienced in a very long time. No dreams, but no nightmares either. Just restful sleep.
She adjusted her position ever so slightly, and Galen’s strong arm around her waist tightened. Just enough to hold her securely but not enough to make her feel restricted. She smiled and put her hand over his.
Galen let out a soft grumble, nuzzling against her shoulder blade and squeezing her closer.
Bell giggled.
“It’s time to wake up, handsome. It’s morning,” Bell called out gently. Patting Galen’s hand as she spoke.
He groaned and grumbled and then once more pulled her closer to him. She laughed as the big puppy insisted on staying in bed.
“Hmm…” she said, “for someone so well versed in the mating restrictions of Winter, you sure don’t seem to have a problem with sleeping together.”
