Griffin
I shuddered from tingles as I opened my eyes. Atlas is tracing his fingers in circles on my belly while I am lying on top of him. “What are you doing?” I groan.
Atlas has been out of his coma for four days. The doctors permitted him to leave the hospital yesterday, but he isn’t allowed to go back to work yet. His wounds are finally healed so I can lay on top of him when I sleep. His blue eyes meet mine. “Sorry, I was just thinking about our boys,” He grins.
Though I am groggy and a bit cranky about being woken up, I can’t help but smile. “I see,” I mumble and roll off of him and sit on the bed.
“Did I wake you up?” He asks softly while touching my shoulder.
“Yes,” I grumble and lay back down with my
