I felt a feathery touch on my lips. Opening my eyes, I saw Damian’s handsome face in front of me.
“Good morning, Baby girl,” he said lovingly. I nearly cried because of this simple act. It seemed so long ago since he was the one who woke me up.
“Morning, Damian,” I circled my arms around his body and pulled him to me for a snuggle.
“What time is it now?” I asked as I inhaled his manly scent.
“It’s 9 am,” he replied as he pulled me even closer.
“9 am? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?” I asked and sat on the bed.
He pulled me down to lie down again. “You’ve been working hard for the past months, it’s time for me to do all the work now.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head.
I have nearly forgotten that he was alright now and that I didn't have to wake up at 5 am each morning.
“Do you want to eat breakfast now?” he asked.
“Can I get an omelet?” I asked shyly. I didn't know if I should ask him to cook when he had just recovered, but I wanted to eat his omelet.
