Amelie slowly opened her eyes, the familiar musky scent of Gabriel wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. She blinked a few times before turning her head to find him lying beside her, his hand resting protectively over her growing belly, their legs softly tangled together beneath the sheets.
Her eyes shifted to the wall clock. It was almost noon.
"Are you hungry?" Gabriel's voice came in a hushed whisper.
"I am," Amelie admitted, her voice slightly raspy from sleep. She turned toward him with a faint pout. "Why did you let me sleep for so long?"
Gabriel chuckled softly. "You even complain about resting now?" he teased, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Your body needed it. I wasn't going to wake you."
"I've turned so lazy," she murmured, sitting up beside him.
He mirrored her movement, watching her with careful eyes. "How do you feel? Still nauseous?" Concern laced his tone, his gaze searching her face.
