The Precious wedding gifts

They have been fighting all night and are now both sound asleep on the couch.

Tap. Tap.

In Safira's ears, the sound of footsteps outside was growing louder.

Asfira scowled. Even though she sensed something preventing her from falling asleep, she still wanted to enjoy the comfort of her bed.

While Safira struggled to open her eyes, she could feel a warm, cozy case beneath her body. However, she was unable to feel the mattress because her palms were pressing against Davino's chest muscles, which felt incredibly tight beneath the light pajamas. Her eyes were at first wide open as she lifted her head, and the lovely, slightly round face was startled to recognize the owner of the muscular chest she had been touching—it was the spot where she had been sleeping all night.

God, oh God! She bunches up as she combs her unruly hair back. "How can I sleep with him in my arms?" She may spend the entire night curled up on her husband's chest because she refused to believe what was happening.

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