Rory's POV
The sound of a squeaking toy and a near silent curse from my mate woke me up from my dreamland. Groaning in irritation, I tried to cover my head with a duvet and steal a few more minutes of glorious sleep.
"Mommy, get up. Get up. Get uuup!!!"
My son's screaming didn't help my plan. I felt the bed dip in the corner and almost jumping on me, screaming his command to leave the comfortable bed was Carter, my almost two year old mini copy of his father, smiling brightly at me.
Behind him stood the man of my dreams. Shirtless, tattoos on full display over his toned torso, I licked my lips at the view, earning a chuckle from my very handsome mate. His mischievous smile almost made me jump his bones. Almost, because as much as I loved Blake, the tray filled with delicious food in
