My alarm clock wakes me up in the morning at six am. I told Dillon last night, when he got home that I was feeling sick, so he took the night off to come spend it with me.
"Babe, why is the alarm on?" asks Dillon in a husky tone. I yawn and stretch. "I guess I must have forgotten to turn it off last night," I lie and turn it off. I roll over and snuggle up beside Dillon and pretend to try and fall asleep.
After a few moments I sit up and look at Dillon. "Babe I can't sleep, I'll go get some breakfast ready," I tell him and climb out of bed. I slip on my slippers and wrap a robe around me. Dillon stirs on the bed. "I'll come too," he says. I look at him quickly. "No Babe it's fine," I say but he shakes his head and gets out of bed.
"I want to," he states making me smirk. I stand up on m
