Instead of disrupting his sleep I opted for the spare room but first I slipped into our room for fresh pyjamas. I tried my best to be quiet, but it was like he knew I was home.

He shot up from the bed almost giving me a heart attack.

“Hey”. I whispered.

“Is it six already?”. A yawn fell from his mouth as he fell back against the pillows.

“Not yet”. I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Rocco let me come home early”.

“Okay baby, are you getting in?”. He pulled the cover back ...