When I wake up, Jack has his strong arm wrapped around my waist, and I can hear Molly on the baby monitor. I open one eye to look at the screen. I see her sitting on her bed talking to her stuffed bunny, which she calls pinky because it’s pink. I try to wiggle out of Jack’s arms, but it only makes him pull me closer. I turn my face to look at him. His sleeping face looks so peaceful, and he looks so handsome with his morning scruff.
I whisper, “Jack, you have to let me go. I need to get up.”
He just groans at me, then asks with a huskier voice than usual, “What time is it?”
“It’s 7:13.”
“I slept in!”
“What time do you usually wake up?” I ask.
“6. I’ve never slept so soundly, though."
It makes me so happy to hear that. “Me too,” I agree.
“Molly’s up, so you need to undo your dea
