Stifling a yawn Cherish rolled over in bed. With a smile splattered on her face she snuggled closer to L'Duka. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the rhythm his heartbeat created. She could get used to mornings like this again. She really hadn't felt this happy since he'd left. It was as if he had restored her happiness.
L'Duka kissed the top of her head. "Morning, darling," he drooled out. He pulled her closer to his chest and lazily drew a finger down her arm. "I know that I hurt you my sweet babygirl. And for that I am truly sorry. I deserve all the bad names in the dictionary. I deserve our daughter hating me-". Cherish cleared her throat. "Daughters," she spoke up.
L'Duka rose an eyebrow. "Daughters?" he said confused. Cherish drew circles on his toned chest. "Yeah, um, right after you left I was pregnant. I named her Belle." "Oh,wow,"he breathed out, truly surprised. "Amoura and Belle,"he repeated. Cherish smiled.