Adrian's POV
I gently lay my baby bun on my bed, making sure to not wake her up. I don’t even know how she fell asleep last night-if she did-and she’s had way too much going on for her so she needed the rest. Tucking her in my blanket I sit beside her, not being able to resist the urge to softly caress her hair.
I should leave and let her sleep, but I can’t bring myself to walk out the door just yet. My mind goes back to the times as a teenager, when I was constantly asking my parents about mates and the bond they shared.
Mum was making breakfast for me, and i was already packed and dressed for school, watching her move so beautifully and graceful around the kitchen from the stool i sat on. It was quiet just like almost all mornings in this house and if it wasn’t, then my mother was either super excited or angry at my father.