That morning, Max slept better than he had in his entire life. Rosalia did not move at all for the next ten hours. Even if her arms had gone numb and her back felt sore from holding him in the same position for so long, she did not want to disturb him out of fear that he would wake up.
Something inside her told her that no matter their differences and their fights, he was still the one for her. If he stayed healthy and could chase after his dreams, then she and their future child could live great lives, unbothered by the world that sought to challenge them every day.
Max's eyes slowly stirred open. The soft cushion under his head smelled way too good, sweet and floral, to the point where his eyes were ready to close again and sleep for the rest of the day. But then he finally understood what was happening, snapping his head back before Rosalia caught it once more, gently pulling him back down and guiding his head to rest on her breasts again.
"Awake?" she purred softly.
