Frederik's POV:
When I come back in the bedroom from my dressing room, I see no bad baby but the duvet covering the bed, like someone is under it. Ha-ha!
Baby?
I have a wide smirk on my face.
She has completely tucked in under it, including her head. She might be cold.
I slowly take the side of the duvet and reveal my baby beauty, purring under it, staying the same with the pillow in her arms, on her belly, with her head on the other side.
She has a cringe for she’s not feeling this side of it on her.
“I’ll kill him…. Son of a bitch…. You’re dismissed….” She’s mumbling in her sleep.
Obviously, I can help it and I start kissing her arm, shoulder, back, ass, thigh, brushing my lips on her baby skin to not wake her up….
You fucking kill me, love…. My baby is not cold…. Mmm….
Yeah, I’ve put her phone back on her nightstand, but I muted it to not have someone disturb her rest. My heart is under flames, so is my body.