Kaylie POV
We sleep without a single thread of clothing, savoring the touch of our skin throughout midnight until the early morning hours. I wake up to the sound of Adam's cries, indicating that it's time for him to have his milk. Slowly, I untangle myself from Lucas's embrace, but he stops me and says,
“ I'll be the one to feed Adam; you go back to sleep, Love.”
I let him go, and Lucas leans over the crib, cradling Adam in his arms, I can't help but admire his physique—his strong back, broad shoulders, and chiseled muscles. The way the soft morning light bathes his body only adds to the allure. He's like a piece of art, sculpted to perfection. His gentle touch and caring demeanor as he tends to Adam make my heart swell with love and admiration for
this man. As I watch Lucas with A
