Thirty—Seven

37~ Fucked And Ruined

“Morning, baby girl.”

His voice brushed softly against my face, pulling me from sleep. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, still heavy, still unsure.

“Good morning” he murmured again, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, his eyes already searching mine.

For a second, I froze. Wait… was I dreaming?

“Er—ouch” I groaned suddenly, a sharp ache shooting through my hips. My legs felt sore, heavy, like I’d run miles in my sleep.

“Easy” he said quickly, sliding his hands under my legs and settling them carefully back onto the bed. “Don’t stress yourself, Mia.”

He winked, patting my head lightly, the gesture so familiar it almost broke me.

As he pulled his hand away, panic surged through me. I reached out instinctively, fingers wrapping tightly around his palm.

“Ma… Mason” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears pooled in my eyes.

“Hey,” he said softly, immediately pulling me into his arms. “Why are you crying?”

God… was he really back?

I buried my face into h