Ivy sobers as well. “Same.”
“Good,” I reply then adjust myself a little, relaxing further into the bed, and letting out a long sigh of contentment. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed. Having Ivy in my bed, and in my arms feels like everything just…clicks.
“Wesley?”
“Hm?”
“I can’t sleep in here. I don’t want to risk Delilah seeing me,” she whispers into my chest. I know she’s right, but it doesn’t stop the fact that I want to pout like a child.
I reach behind me, and feel around for my phone on the bedside table. I grab it, and hold it above Ivy and I. Squinting at the bright light, I unlock it and navigate to the baby monitor app I have that’s connected to the camera in Lilah’s room. Lilah is still sprawled out and snoring, so I know we’re good for awhile. I set my phone back down, and wrap my arm around Ivy again.
“Just a few minutes,” I mumble, burying my face into her hair.
Ivy relents, and wraps her arm around my back. “Okay. Just a few minutes.”
Satisfied, I gently rub my fingertips up and down her back. I can’t not touch her. I glance down, and see a slight smile playing on her lips with her eyes closed. I peek at the clock, and see it’s almost one in the morning.
Jesus, how long have we been in here?
Considering my daughter wakes up at seven sharp, I better get Ivy to bed soon so we have a small shot of getting decent sleep. Lilah always wakes me up first, and just the sound of people being awake down the hall, wakes Ivy.
Ivy has told me how light of a sleeper she is, and I’ve offered to get her earplugs or a sound machine. I do my best to be as quiet as possible in the mornings, but with a four-year-old, or at least my four-year-old, that’s pretty much impossible. She has refused my offers, promising she wants to have breakfast with us, so she wants us to wake her.
I just want to hold her a little longer, and then I’ll carry Ivy to her room. I breathe out through my nose, and rest my head against hers.
Just a few minutes.
31
Ivy
“Daddy?” a faint, small voice calls out.
I’m warm, and so comfortable I never want to get out of bed. This bed is the best thing I’ve ever laid on. I need to thank Wesley for going all out on the guest room, or I guess I should say,my room.
I lift my arms over my head to stretch, and I feel something tighten around my back. What the hell?
“Daddy? Let me in!” I hear the voice call out again. This time it’s more familiar, and it makes me become a little more conscious.
I hear a deep rumble in my ear, and I pop one eye open. That’s when I see a huge tattooed bicep, right in front of my face, and when I glance up, I see Wesley sleeping soundly. His eyes are closed and his lips slightly parted as he breathes deeply. I blink rapidly, trying to figure out why he's in my bed, and what’s going on. Then it hits me.
Last night.
The mind blowing sex, the snuggling. Oh my god, I’m in his bed. I see the early morning light peeking through the blinds, when I hear it again.
“Ugh! Daddy!”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Not just a familiar, tiny voice. It’s Delilah. I attempt to fling myself up, but Wesley has me in a tight grip.
“Wesley,” I whisper shout, struggling to wiggle out of his hold. God, this man is strong. Even unconscious, he’s still stronger than me.
Nothing.
“Wesley Ford Cooper!” I hiss. He starts to shift, which makes his grip on me lessen, allowing me to fling myself upright. I look at the door and see it’s still locked from last night, which is what has Delilah angry and banging on the door.
I scan the room, seeing all of our discarded clothes strewn about. Which reminds me, I’m still butt ass naked. And so is that angry toddler's father. We weren’t supposed to fall asleep, god damnit. I immediately go into panic mode.
