“Yuri! Yuri, wake up!” Rosetta shook her husband’s shoulders as hard as she could. It appeared that he was tortured in his sleep. Hearing him groan like that in the middle of the night was a first. He was the type who never had nightmares ever since she slept with him in the same bed.
It was one past midnight when her eyes touched the glow-in-the-dark digital clock on the night table. The lampshade placed in a corner of their room was dim, as usual.
Rosetta could clearly see their second baby, Rori, in the crib from where she was. Their three-month-old daughter seemed undisturbed by her father’s groans. Rosetta felt his sweaty neck and face.
“Hey, hey!” She kissed his lips, nibbling the lower one.
He gasped and opened his eyes. “Moy tsvetochek!” His arms automatically wrapped around h
