(LIAM'S POV)
The nightmare didn't return.
I slept deeply, dreamlessly, wrapped in the arms of my mates. When I finally woke, sunlight was streaming through the curtains, and the smell of something delicious was wafting through the house.
I stretched, my muscles aching in that satisfying way that came from a good night's sleep. Dylan was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me with a soft smile.
"Good morning, sleepyhead."
"What time is it?" I mumbled.
"Almost seven thirty. We let you sleep in."
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "We should get ready. We've got a long drive ahead."
Roland appeared in the doorway, already dressed, his hair slightly damp from a shower. "Breakfast first, then we hit the road. I'm going to check on the children."
I nodded, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I'll come with you. I want to see Vi and Beau. I bet they're missing me."
