I traced my fingers over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I'm so grateful for that delivery mix-up. Who knew that milk and honey could give us such a great life."
Patrick laughed softly, tucking a wet strand of hair behind my ear. "Best mistake I ever received."
Eventually, we got out and dried off. Daddy wrapped me in a fluffy towel and carried me to our bedroom. He dressed me in my favorite onesie and tucked me into bed.
Then he climbed in beside me and held me against his chest. "Hungry?"
I nodded. I was always hungry for him. “Yes, please.”
Without any other words, I got into position and latched onto his nipple. His milk flowed easily as his hand combed through my hair.
This was home.
Not the walls or the hives or the jars of honey waiting to be shipped.
Home was right there in Patrick's arms. Safe and loved…and happy.
"Sweet dreams, little one."
I smiled around his nipple and let my eyes drift closed.
Sweet dreams indeed.
