I walk into my bedroom, unsure whether I’ll find Leo in here or not. Unsurprisingly, he’s sitting on my bed in black jersey sleep pants with Lennox sleeping on his bare chest. It’s like he’s determined to demolish every wall I have. “She asleep?” he murmurs, careful not to wake my sleeping baby, and sweet baby Jesus in a manger on Christmas, I’m jealous of my daughter because this man’s chest is chiseled perfection. And my daughter on it is the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, bar none. Holy freaking hell. This man . . . My husband.
