Natalie's POV
Sunday — 7:12 AM
I woke to a large hand resting on my belly.
And snoring.
Lord have mercy, the man could wake the dead.
I smiled, looking over my shoulder at Butcher. Somehow, he'd managed to fit his enormous body beside me without disturbing my monitors.
Our daughter kicked.
His hand twitched.
Another kick.
“Princess,” he muttered. “Daddy's sleeping.”
I bit my lip.
She kicked again.
“Your daughter doesn't seem impressed with your schedule,” I whispered.
One gray-blue eye opened.
“Your ass been awake long?”
“Long enough to discover she doesn't respect authority.”
“Gets that s**t from her mama.”
I gasped.
“Excuse me?”
He grinned.
“Morning, Red.”
“Morning, caveman.”
His hand moved gently over my stomach.
“How're my girls?”
“Sore, hungry, and one of us de
