In the middle of the night.
Izabelle woke up feeling pressed. She hurried out of bed and went into the bathroom.
After getting rid of whatever she needed to get rid of, she went back to the room and found her husband sleeping figure without any cloth covering his body.
She moved closer to him and covered him with the blanket as if tucking a small child. He opened his eyes and creased his brows.
"What are you doing? Don't tell me this is your plan to win me over?" He creased him brows.
"It's not a plan, I don't want you to feel cold."
"Really? Are you my mother or what?"
"Hmmm, I can be one if you want me to."
"Are you sure you are not sleep talking?" He asked before getting rid of the blanket Izabelle used to cover him.
He stood up and guided her back to the bed like a small kid.
"I am awake! She protested."
"I see." Was all he said before he forced her back to the bed and tucked her under the blanket.
