Nathan

"Nathan!! Nathan!!" I hear Giselle’s voice calling.

With a frustrated groan, I ignore my wife and drape my arm over my face, trying to fall back asleep.

"Nathan!!" she insists.

"What do you want, Giselle?" I grumble, rolling just enough to glance at the time on the alarm clock.

"It’s three in the morning. What could possibly be so urgent that you need to wake me up now?"

I let out a yawn—one that dies in my throat the moment I feel a slight weight settle on my hips and a soft hand ...