–Livana–
I woke late into the morning, the light already warm against the curtains—and yet, there was no husband beside me. Only my son, sleeping soundly, his tiny breaths steady, peaceful. He was clingy even in sleep, just like Damon. The same posture, the same quiet possessiveness. I kissed his forehead and snuggled closer, indulging in that fragile stillness, when my phone blinked insistently.
I reached for it.
Hubby: I miss you. pleading emoji
Hubby: Next time, let's send Sky to his great-grandparents.
Hubby: Then let's do it all day and night. Damn, just thinking of it makes me aroused.
I chuckled softly and called him. He answered almost instantly, as if he'd been waiting.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I just arrived at my office," he said. "But I promise to be there as soon as I can."
"Hmm, okay," I replied nonchalantly, the way queens do when they already know the devotion is absolute.
"But we have to send our son away."
