I'm sad, my chest convulses with a small sob. "It's ok, baby. Shh." I open my eyes and look straight at his concerned face. "Are you ok, sweetheart? What were you dreaming about?" I pause for a moment, frowning. I'm not sure. "I don't know... but I can probably guess." I take a deep breath in and exhale slowly. "Good morning," I smile and squeeze him, pulling closer. "Good morning, baby," he smiles, "you were really whimpering, it took a while to wake you." "I'm ok." I reach my hand to his face and stroke his cheek. "I love waking up next to you." "Me too," he says, kissing my nose. "I'm so glad my flight isn't until tonight. I'll need to go back to pack at some point." "Ok, should we do that first? Then we can have the day together, knowing it's done." "Good idea but I don't want to get out of bed just yet, I want to make the most of it." "Ok, baby," he says softly, holding me close, "let's lie here for a while, then have a bath and get ready." He looks over to the alarm clock on the bedside table.
