The next morning.
I woke up in the comfort of Leo's arms for the first time in far too long. His bare chest was warm and soft and his scent was lingering on his skin in all its sweet-smelling glory.
He was still fast asleep with his lips parted slightly and his hair messy and tousled. I kissed him on the cheek, got up and walked into the bathroom for a shower. The house was still deadly silent meaning it must be before 6 am. My children seem to have inherited their father's habits of getting up extremely early.
After my shower, I just had time to get dressed before Leo began to stir.
"You're up early," he said in a deep morning voice.
"After breakfast, I'm going to go and visit Milly," I said brushing my short hair in the mirror.
"No, you're not," he grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Yes, I am."
"I said no," he repeated sitting up and sending me a glare.
"And I said yes."