Page 76 of Secret Bratva Baby
As far as ways to fall asleep go, this was a beautiful one. I have nothing to complain about.
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My eyes flicker open.
The bedroom is dark. All of the lights have been turned off. I’m under the covers and warm and comfortable, lying on my side.
I wake up remembering her hands on my back, the sensation of her touch, and immediately, I’m smiling.
The next little piece of heaven I find is that Rose is in my bed.
Curled up next to me, snuggled against me. My arm is tucked around her waist, and she’s lying with her back curved against my chest.
I can smell her hair, soft and silky against my pillow.
I brush my hand up and down her waist and feel her warmth.
Letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction, I pull my arm tighter. She moans in her sleep. A moan of contentment. A soft, happy sigh.
My heart flutters.
My mind lights as though someone has turned something on.
I am utterly, madly, deeply, uncontrollably in love with Rose.
Yes, I knew I still had love for her.
But this—this is deep. Intense and real.
I can’t be without her. I want her.
I want this. Every single night, I want to lie in bed with her. I want her here in my home—for my home to be her home.
She is home to me.It’s why I’ve felt so disjointed and broken these past four years. She is my home, and I sent her away. My heart beats faster, filled with excitement for the possibilities—and fear for this not working out.
My smile grows wider, though, because it is a beautiful thing to be in love. I close my eyes with my face snuggled against her hair, breathing in her scent.
Rose stirs awake. Perhaps feeling how hard my heart is beating against her back.
“Are you okay?” she whispers quietly.
“Yes, my angel. Go back to sleep,” I whisper back, kissing the curve of her neck.
She snuggles close and drifts off to sleep again, and I lie away, thinking of how I can make her mine.
She has a right to be wary of me. I have failed her in the past. She has no reason to trust me if I just confess my love and make promises. I’ve done it before; even a day before I ghosted her, I promised her I would love her forever.
She has absolutely no reason to believe me if I say it now.
I can’t use words this time.
I can’t expect her to fall for me again if I tell her she is my world, she is everything to me, and I want to be a family.
Words simply aren’t enough.
I have to show her.
My father taught me, over and over again, when I was younger, practically beating it into my mind until it became part of who I am—
