49. Daughter

Tanya's POV

My eyes flashed open to meet unfamiliar ceilings. A rush of panic surged through me as I felt arms around me. Moving a tad, I observed my pillow wasn't made of feathers but a hard and warm surface.

Realization dawned on me and a small smile appeared as I snuggled closer. I had no idea why but tears swarmed in my eyes and the next second I was sniffing as wetness drooped down my cheeks.

His body shuffled underneath me and his hold on me tightened. I whimpered as his fingers progressed to my hair which had loosened from the band some time in my sleep.

"You are awake," his gruff voice stated, his chest vibrating as he spoke and provoking a shiver in the most sensitive part of me.

I bobbed my head in response and he sighed, placing his head atop mine as he cradled me.

"You need to stop crying."

"I can't seem to," I confessed, my tone low.