2 Weeks Later

    I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling of our bedroom. Mason was close to me, his breath fanning my neck. Aaron was snuggled into my side, snorting every once in a while from his violent snores. I would have gotten up by now but between Mason's arm across my waist and not wanting to leave them, I had no chance.

The landline next to our bed rang and I had to fight Mason's large sleeping form just to reach over him and grab it. He growled in his sleep and I rolled my eyes, my boobs in his face as I grasped the phone. I...