The next morning, Liam was the first to stir and instead of waking Fiona up, he lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, as he began watching Fiona sleep, even as the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room.
Her face was peaceful, her breathing even, and in this quiet moment, he couldn't help but marvel at her. He had missed her so much. Even more than he'd ever let himself admit and now, lying next to her, he felt a sense of contentment he hadn't known in weeks settle over him.
Watching her stir and sleep told him that everything was real and he hadn't been dreaming or imagining them. He had found Fiona. Not just found her but had got her back in his life. The realization of that made his heart flutter and he pressed his lips against her forehead, so softly so that he would wake her.
