Dominic’s POV
“Why are you in Mommy’s bed?”
The voice startled me out of a deep, content sleep. My eyes flew open, and the first thing I saw was the two small figures standing at the side of the bed. Devon had his arms crossed over his chest with a suspicious and accusing look, while Diana clung to his side, her head tilted as she curiously studied me.
I blinked a few times, trying to orient myself and trying to avoid Devon’s glares toward me because I knew that this little kid had already warned me hours ago, and yet, he still found me with his mom, worse, on the bed.
“What are you two doing here?” I whispered, sitting up carefully so I would not wake Samantha since we barely slept at dawn when we went back to bed. She was still fast asleep beside me, her dark hair spilling across the
