“Let’s go to sleep,” I murmur, stroking my hand through her tangled hair. “Otherwise, Santa won’t come.” She cups my jaw. “One day you’ll tell our kids that.” “Bex,” I say helplessly. Fuck, she’s so pretty it makes my chest ache. Those beautiful brown eyes look at me in my dreams, and every day I wake up grateful I get to see them for real. “I love you,” she whispers, so quietly I think for a moment I imagined it.
