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His hands were on my body when I open my eyes the next day.

Okay maybe that's too generic. Let me try this again.

When I open my eyes in the morning, my nose was already digging into his neck while his arms were wrapping my body. We were lying so close to each other I could feel his morning wood resting on my stomach. Though above all, he was still sleeping from the sound of his light snore.

That, is what I normally find in the morning of our past. But to have a repeat today, I know deep in my heart this should never happen. It feels wrong doesn't matter there isn't even an ounce of awkwardness between our body.

Perhaps my pregnancy hormones haven't subsided but instead of distancing myself from him, I inch closer to the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Hmmmm, this feels like home. It's comforting. I wish I can stay here forever.

Wait. No. That isn't right. Which by the way, what time is it now?

I'm not sure when did he finally sleep last night perhaps he watched the whole