Viona's POV
After that, he lay back down beside me, and I curled into him, settling against his warmth.
Maybe that was why my children loved falling asleep while cuddling me.
Because with him, I felt it too. Safe. Comforted. Loved. Without needing a single word.
His hand kept stroking my hair, slow and steady, like he was lulling me into sleep.
"You're tense. As much as I enjoyed everything about you… was it too rough? You'll be sore tomorrow," he asked, his voice softer than usual, carrying a quiet concern I was still getting used to.
"It's fine. I'll just sleep all day tomorrow. I need a proper rest, so this is the best way to knock myself out instead of getting drunk."
"Is the preparation stressing you out?"
I nodded right away. "Hm. It's exhausting. Even though Roey isn't fussy and looks strong, the intense hospital checkups still overwhelmed him a bit. He couldn't even focus on his food."
I wrapped my arms tighter around Rafael.
