The following morning, Zendaya woke up with two strong arms across her stomach, gripping her waist, and two handsome faces buried into her neck on both sides. She tries to slide their arms from around her, but it doesn’t work.
Hanska slowly moves his arm across her stomach. “Good morning, Sweetheart.”
“Good morning,” She tries to move Hawiovi's arm, but his hold on her isn’t bulging.
He chuckles, “Baby, you know that’s not going to work. Good morning, “ Hawiovi removes his hand.
She smiles, “Good morning. I didn’t want to wake you two up.”
“It’s only five forty-five. Why are you up so early?” Hanska’s looking at the clock on the nightstand and then at her walking into the bathroom.
“I have a Labrador scheduled for surgery at six thirty.” She closes the door.
The twins are staring at
