Charlotte's POV:
I wake up to my husband sleeping next to me. I smile at him and trace my finger over the faded bruise on his cheek. I ever so gently kiss his head and slowly get up from our massive bed. I pick up my robe from the chair at my vanity and slip the robe over my shoulders as I walk into the bathroom.
I brush out my hair and my teeth before going into the closet to inspect the options I have for dresses tonight. I finally have my pre-baby figure back and so I am back into the tiny dresses. I hear footsteps behind me and look to see Lucas standing in the doorway.
"Did I wake you up?"
He shakes his head and comes over to me. "I just woke up." His arms find their way around my waist and his lips to the hollow beneath my ear. "Good morning," he whisper
