An extended protection.

For the first time since we got to Atlanta, I woke to see my husband still sleeping right beside me.

I first checked if he was awake or still sleeping.

“Carlos?” I called, his eyes didn’t flutter at my words, nor did his fingers move. He was asleep.

I moved closer and watched their features, his flawless and handsome face. Something squeezed in my heart as I thought of having a son who looked just like his father. As handsome and perfect. Tall and sweet.

My fingers played lightly over his face, his jaw, memorizing every slide and arc. My movements were light and feathery as I didn’t want to wake him up.

I moved the duvet slightly lower, revealing my new asset of infatuation. His chest. But as soon as I placed my hands on him to explore, his hands came up to capture mine.

“Don’t even think of it.” He threatened.

“You were awake.” I accused with a gasp, subtly distracting him.

“You have never woken up before me.” He snorted. Looking at me with those clear eyes. His eyes were sear