Paige's POV

I stared at the bedside clock that read 10:30am, It had been two hours since we had sent the kids down to meet my mum and even though we both knew they would be asking questions now, we both didn't make any attempt to move. Personally, this was the safest I had felt in years and I don't think I am ready to end the moment so soon.

We had unconsciously fallen into a rhythm. He drew small circles on the side of my hip right where my only tattoo rested while I slowly trailed down his chest tracing the tattoo on his left bicep, where his own...