The blaring sound of my alarm wakes me up and I roll over, fumbling for the clock to turn it off. I roll onto my back, trying to wake up and stretch.
“It’s too early,” Seth mutters, his face smashed onto his pillow, unwilling to open his eyes.
I giggle at him, lying there with his hair a mess, but still somehow the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I smile at him and gently reach over, pushing his hair back. “I hope our kids look like you.”
He opens his eyes at that, looking at me with a smile. “No,” he tells me, reaching his arm across my body and pulling me to him. “They’re going to have your eyes. I’m sure of that.”
“Probably, but maybe not” I tell him with a small sigh. “We need to get up soon since you decided we need to see Sofia earlier.”
“I need to go North tomorrow an
