Natalie's POV
I woke to the smell of coffee.
That wonderful aroma drifting through the bedroom.
I opened my eyes.
Butcher sat in the chair near the window, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants.
His enormous frame practically swallowed the furniture.
He was studying something on his phone, a steaming mug beside him.
“Morning, handsome.”
His head immediately lifted.
“Morning, Red.”
He set his phone down and approached the bed.
“How're you feeling?”
“Like somebody beat me with a baseball bat.”
His expression darkened.
I reached for his hand.
“But better than yesterday.”
He sat beside me.
“Head?”
“Still aches a little. Nothing terrible.”
“Chest?”
“Sore.”
“Belly?”
“Your daughter apparently believes my bladder is a trampoline.”
His mouth twitched.
“Princess giv
