Jack
Two whole hours.
My patience was wearing thin.
I climbed back on the bed and dropped beside Miranda. Her face was scrunched against the pillow, her hair tangled under her cheek. She was so peaceful, I hated to wake her. But time was ticking. We had to pick our kid up at twelve-thirty, which left us a little less than three hours.
I arranged everything perfectly. I was freshly showered, breakfast was hot, coffee was fresh, I tidied the room from the night before. Everything was ready for her and I was sick of waiting. I pressed my lips to her forehead, then her cheek, her nose, her chin.
“Miranda.”
She drew in a long sleepy breath and hummed.
“Wake up.” I kissed her lips.
They moved under mine just a little. Her eyes fluttered. I drew back so I could watch hercome to.
She opened her eyes, squinting at the late morning sunlight.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
“Good morning.”
That morning voice.
A slow smile spread over her face. “What time is it? I must’ve really slept in.”
“Going on ten.”
She took a deep breath and brought her hands over her head in a full stretch. The sheet slipped to the side, revealing the sexy nightgown she fell asleep in. She rubbed her eyes. “I never sleep like that.”
“I wore you out last night.”
She gave a half-awake chuckle. “No kidding.”
I ran my hand over her hair, smoothing it back. “You’ve got some bed head going on.”
She smirked. “My best look.”
I nodded. “Absolutely. This is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.”
She smiled then sniffed through her nose. “Something smells amazing.”
I let my shoulder hit the bed beside her, clearing her line of vision to my dresser across the room, where breakfast sat on two trays.
She tipped her head. “Breakfast in bed?” The sleepiness was melting from her eyes, a fire taking its place. “Jack, that’s very romantic.”
“Figured you’d be hungry.”
“I am!” She sat up, adorably eager. “What’d you make me?”
“I made you waffles, eggs, some bacon, and fruit salad. Obviously, coffee.”
Her eyes grew wide. “My dreams come true!”
She fluffed a pillow behind her back and rubbed her hands together as I carried a tray over. I almost laughed out loud. How long was it going to take the woman to notice?
I placed a bed tray over her lap. She started chattering about the food and took a sip of her nearly white coffee. Her eyes rolled back like that sugary cup of crap was the best thing she ever had. She had a few bites of egg and waffle while we made small talk—mostly reminiscing over the previous night and discussing the family photo shoot that afternoon. Miranda had booked a photographer for us and everything.
