"Oh my God... My waist..."
Valerie stretched, stretching her muscles which felt stiff, then tucked her naked body into the cream-colored blanket, tilted her position, and glanced at the situation in the room.
"Where is Damian? I'm so hungry… I don't have the energy….What if Daniel comes to ask for breast milk?" She didn't move and closed her eyes again as if completely helpless until suddenly she heard the sound of the door opening.
She glanced at the door, finding Damian coming towards her wearing only a towel down to his waist, then carrying a tray containing a plate and two cups.
"Your mother's bakery employees sent croissants and cakes for us, and I also made coffee," said Damian, then put them on the table.
He sat on the edge of the bed and then stroked his wife's hair while smiling warmly.
"Good morning...my wife," he said.
Valerie immediately blushed.
