When I chance a look up at her, she’s smiling, then her fingers are in my hair, and I come undone at her bidding. If I found her hypnotic before, now that’s she’s carrying our child, I’m at her mercy. “You’re so beautiful, kitten,” I murmur. Blush slashes red across her cheeks, and I hope she never gets used to me. Never. I always want her to look at me like that, those warm brown eyes glimmering with shy love. She’s so beautiful. She’s like poetry. Careful words strung together into intentional lines with limitless meanings and endless emotion.
We needed his POV a ~long~ time ago.
