From Emily's POV.

That night, we enjoyed ourselves from the bathroom to the couch and back.

The tidy room was in a mess after all we did.

We didn't clean up and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Until there was a knock on the door.

Wearing a bathrobe, Owen went to open the door, while I continued to lie on the bed.

As I was about to turn over and continue sleeping, I heard a voice calling out, "Mom... Mom..."

I thought I heard it wrong, but I sobered up in seconds when I saw a small figure at the door.

I immediately shot up from the bed and...