*~Hazel's POV~*
"And since when do you come to sleep in my room?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
He turned his head slightly, lips curving into that maddening smirk. "Well, well… I don't think I need to explain myself again. I don't think it's safe for you and my babies to sleep alone tonight."
"Oh, somebody has suddenly become an overprotective father and a good husband?" I scoffed. "That's strange, because I don't recall ever seeing you act like that."
"Everything begins with a small step," he said smoothly. "Some things change overnight, darling. Now, go to sleep."
"I'm not ready to sleep."
"Why not? You have a big day tomorrow."
"I don't know," I muttered. "I'm just… not ready to sleep."
"Hazel, go to sleep," he ordered, his tone dipping into authority. "Or I'll drag you there myself."
I squawked when he suddenly did. The man practically hauled me onto the bed.
"I don't want my wife to have puffy eyes tomorrow," he murmured, pinning me under the covers.
