Deila's pov

The cold breeze found a way to make goosebumps erupt in every inch of my skin despite the very thick duvet I was under. I was still half asleep, but conscious enough to know I wasn't alone in the room. I hugged my duvet closer slowly lifting my lids to see my first love and hero. My dad.

Sitting at the edge of my bed, he looked all flustered fumbling his fingers.

I frowned. I had to shift my legs as they were tired of being in the same position.

"Dei? Are you up now?" His voice had a soft edge.

Yawning, "Yes, dad. Good morning," I told...