Morning Light
Sophia stirred beneath the covers, eyes still closed, her palm brushing against something unexpectedly smooth and warm.
Half-asleep, she gave it a playful slap. "Mmm, my little angel, your skin feels so soft—Mommy's jealous."
Her words hung lazily in the air… until she sensed a sharp, burning stare aimed straight at her.
Sophia squinted, the blurred figure before her making her blink again.
"Oh no," she muttered groggily. "I must be losing it—I could've sworn I just saw Lucas. I really need more sleep…"
A deep, low voice rolled beside her. "So, seeing me disappoints you that much?"
Her eyes flew open. "Lucas?! What the hell—why are you in my bed? Where are my kids?!"
He raised a brow, that calm, infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.
