Princess woke up to darkness, only to feel a strange weight pressing against her face. Something was covering her nose and mouth, making her breathing uncomfortable. Still half-asleep, she reached up and grabbed whatever was lying on her.
Her fingers closed around a tiny body.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at Leonny.
The little boy had apparently spent the entire night sleeping on his mother's face, completely unaware that his sleeping position was making things rather difficult for her. Princess held him by the waist and lifted him slightly, but he didn't even stir. His eyes remained firmly shut, and soft whistling sounds escaped through his nose with every breath.
The Alpha stared at him for a moment.
Of all the places he could have chosen to sleep, her face had apparently been the most comfortable.
