Bryan's POV

I wake up with a start and my eyes fly open to the handsome figure right next to me on my massive bed.

He is curled up with his hair falling all over his face and the remnants of the chocolates I gave him last night as a bribe falling off his half-open mouth.

I smile and relax, thinking of what woke me up.

Did he stir and I wake up in fright that he would soon wake up with a cry?

I don't know why I am awake. I guess it is just a fatherly instinct.

Impulsively, my hand finds its way to his chubby cheeks and...