I can’t help the chuckle that bursts from my chest. “Yeah, me either.”
The next morning, I roll over, my chest squeezing at the sight before me. Last night, I went to bed wrapped around Selene, and this morning, I wake up to my little girl stretched out between us, fast asleep. I didn’t even hear her come in, the little ninja.
As I stare at both of my girls, an unfamiliar warmth swirls through my chest. Luna’s little face is innocent with sleep, and Selene looks as beautiful as all hell. My gaze is drawn to the freckles on the bridge of her nose and the dark eyelashes casting shadows across her face. Her pink, plump lips are slightly parted, and I have to fight the urge to kiss her.
Luna starts to stir, the little cupcakes on her pajama dress smiling up at me with various grins. Slowly, her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a sleepy smile.
“Morning, Daddy.”
My nostrils flare as a stab of emotion pierces my chest. I’ve missed a lot in my daughter’s life, but this is the first time I’ve woken up beside her, and Jesus, nothing has ever felt more perfect.
“Morning, baby,” I whisper back. She opens her mouth, probably to say good morning to Selene, but I press my finger against my lips to shush her. “C’mon. Let’s make your mom breakfast while she sleeps.”
Hurtling herself into my arms excitedly, I pad out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind me softly. Setting Luna on the island in the kitchen, I peer down at her.
“What’s Mommy’s favorite breakfast?”
“Hmm. She likes pancakes. With chocolate chips. And lots of fudge.”
I raise a brow in challenge. “You sure that’s not your favorite?”
She giggles, and it’s the most beautiful sound. I poke her in her side gently, earning another round of giggles. “Let’s get started on those pancakes then.”
I hoist Luna around the kitchen, having her help me make breakfast. She’s deep in concentration, her little tongue poking out of the side of her mouth and brows pulled down as she focuses to pour the milk into the mix.
“Do you love Mommy?” she asks out of the blue as I’m flipping a pancake. I decided on chocolate chip for her and blueberry for Selene and me. As I’m flipping the pancake, it splatters, making a mess. I clear my throat, glancing back at my daughter.
Lowering the heat, I cross my arms over my chest. “What makes you ask that?”
She shrugs, sneaking a chocolate chip into her mouth. It’s obvious this isn’t the first she’s eaten. The chocolate stains at the corner of her mouth give her away. “Because Uncle Landon said you’re a blind fool.”
“You’ve been listening in on an awful lot of conversations.”
“Old people talk an awful lot,” she parrots back, surprising a laugh out of me. “So do you?”
I grin down at my daughter. “How can I not?”
She smiles mischievously. I can just imagine what she’s plotting in her head over this news.
When we finish up with breakfast, I let her eat before we plate Selene’s food. Luna demands she bring her mom the biggest glass of orange juice, and I let her because I’m a sucker for this little girl, though I’m hoping like hell she doesn’t spill it.
As soon as I open the door, I notice Selene is already stirring in bed. She stretches her arms over her head lazily, causing her nightshirt to expose her midsection. Her skin there is creamy and perfect, just calling to me. She blinks the sleep from her eyes, an adorable frown appears on her brow, and she sweeps her hair out of her face when she spots me and then looks down at the tray of food I’m holding.
“What’s all this?” she asks, her voice raspy with sleep.
“Breakfast in bed.” I set the tray on the bed as she pushes herself upright against the headboard. Her chocolate waves tumble around her shoulders, and Jesus, the way the sun is shining through the bedroom windows, casting a warm glow across her skin, she looks fucking perfect.
Closing the distance between us, I run the pad of my finger along her shoulder, smirking when her breath hitches, and a shudder wracks her body at the soft touch. Leaning in, I press a kiss against her lips, soaking in as much of her as I can before Luna comes in with that juice.
I rest my hands on the top of the headboard, caging her in as I