Layla had laid in Atreus' arms all through the night; her body satiated and relaxed as he drew lazy circles across her hip bone.

At some point, she had fallen asleep and woke hours later. To her confusion, it was still dark. Sitting up she saw that the shades were pulled over the windows. A glimmer of sunshine glowed through the crack of the curtains.

With a stretch, Layla looked over at Atreus whose eyes were closed. She took this rare moment to watch him. His ...