Despite being exhausted last night, I found it hard to sleep. The events of last night constantly replaying through my head. More importantly, the odd behaviour of the lady continuously played through my mind. She had acted one way and voiced another. My mind was confused, making me wonder about Chris's birth parents' intentions and way of life. As I walked into the kitchen, breakfast was ready on the counter with a note attached.

Make sure you three eat properly. I prepared some of that milk from yesterday, make sure to warm it up and drink it. I will be checking!! I'm off to work, I love you. Call me if you need anything xx Auntie

Getting ready to throw it out, I notice there was something else written on it, in smaller, different handwriting.

Blake, maintain a 6 ft distance from my daughter at all times. Love you Jackie and Chris – Dad

A giggle escaped my lips as I scrunched up the note. Blake's hands wrapped from behind me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck, his raspy voice mumbling against me "Morning" My knees give out for a second as I try to steady myself, Blake grabs me quickly, helping me regain my balance "What was that?"

"Nothing" I quickly cover up, turning around to face him, going on my toes and kissing him "Morning, Chris up yet?"

"No, not yet. Are you feeling ok? I'll call the doctor" He urges me to sit on the counter stool, checking my hand and arm. I clutched my stomach, doubling over in laughter. I grab his hand, holding him in his place.

"Blake, I'm fine," I tell him, trying to catch my breath

"You were just about to fall"

"My boyfriend sounds very hot in the morning; it'd be hard not to" Blake did a double-take at my statement. As he processed what I said, a smirk crept on his lips as he stepped closer to me, taking my face in his hands. His raspy voice lowered more than usual "You better not be lying to me" I shake my head at him, confirming that I indeed was telling the truth. He hums in delight, lowering his face closer to mine. However, I smack the note on his lips.

"Dad said six feet distance at all times" He frowned, taking the note and reading it.

"He doesn't need to know" He tried again, leaning closer to me. "Just like he doesn't need to know how touchy of a sleeper you are"

I raised a brow at him, knowing well he was lying. "I am not. Chris was between us all night! I know I barely even touched you" Much to my surprise, he smirked back at me, sitting back down.

"Oh, babe. I'm not talking about last night." My eyes widened as I recalled the only other time we fell asleep in the same bed. my cheeks heated up realizing that Blake knew how close we were that morning "Last time we slept together. You were all over me. Wrapping your arms and legs all around me. I knew you wanted me, but that bad?" He tried to tease.

"That's a lie! When I woke up, you had me squished in your chest. You were all over me!" I argued. Wait, why was I blushing. He's my boyfriend now.

"I want to be all over you" He stands up, closing all the distance between us and kissing me long and hard.

"Later, later" I brush him away, trying to hold back a smile at him looking like a little puppy. Oh, how I wanted to be all over him.

We both talked about light and airy topics in the kitchen; about everything but the events of last night. Desperately wanting to erase it from our memories. We sipped on our coffees, as the atmosphere between us shifted.

"I can't let him go, Jackie. I want him to stay with us forever" Blake says softly, taking a sip.

"Yeah, that's all I can think about as well. Can we adopt him?"

"Would they let us?"

My mind wandered through a billion possibilities of them rejecting us, making me voice some. "What if they say we're too young... What if we can't provide for him as someone else could? What if instead of making his life better by adopting him, we actually make it worse?"

Blake quietly listened to my concerns, reflecting on the possibilities. His fingers tapped on the counter while he fell into deep thought, biting on his inner lip with furrowed eyebrows.

"I want him to stay with us" He finally spoke again, his voice not once faltering with any doubt "I promise I'll do everything to make sure that we make his life better. We will go to university. We'll get jobs, we'll get careers. We'll make it work" His confidence gave me strength, making me reach my hand out to grab his.

"We'll make it work" I smile at him, softly stroking his cheek with my thumb, letting him know we were both in this together. I got up from my seat, wrapping my arms around him. Kissing him as he pressed a hand to the small of my back, pushing me forward so I was pressed up against him. His body stiffening against me as I bit on his lip. He stood up placing a hand behind my leg, jolting me up and placing me on the counter, closing all the space between us once again.

My fingers tangled in his hair and my legs wrapped around him pulling me closer, making him groan and squeeze my thigh. And then we heard it. The noise I had craved to hear for a month. Chris squealed "Daddy! Mommy is not breakfast!" Blake and I quickly let go of each other, his head landing on my shoulder, slightly frustrated, but he smiled. The joy of our son overcoming the frustration.

"Guess you better start getting used to it" I whisper in his ear. He shook his head against my shoulder, his smile never faltering its genuineness.

"You're right," Blake slowly raised his head, giving Chris an evil laugh "Because you are" He ran after Chris, making him squeal and run ahead of him all around the kitchen. Deciding to join in, I jump off the counter and in front of Chris, grabbing him in my arms.

"Yummy Chris for breakfast!" I take a bite out of him, squeezing him in my arms as Blake joins me. Chris doubles over in laughter as Blake and I pretend to eat him.

"Yummy mommy and daddy for breakfast!" He imitates me, pretending to take a bit out of us. I grab his chubby little cheeks and kiss them hard. "I missed you so much, bubba!"

"I missed you too, Mommy! We're always going to be together now, right? I don't wanna go back!" He pleaded, hugging me.

"No baby, I won't let you go back. I promise Daddy and I will do everything to make sure you stay with us!" I cradle him in my arms.

Blake ruffles Chris's hair, standing up "Come on, let's have some real breakfast now. You guys need to change your bandages as well." Chris lets go, quickly running up and taking a seat beside Blake on the counter.

"And we have to go get your guys' haircut." I get up too, messing up Blake's hair making Chris giggle. "Mommy and daddy, you're cute together" He gives us a cheeky grin, making me slide my hands down Blake's chest, leaning my weight on him as I pressed my cheek against his.

"Aren't we?" I return Chris's cheeky grin. Blake reached his hand back, placing it on my head and kissed my cheek at my rhetorical question.

"But Mommy and I are cuter!" Chris sticks his tongue out at Blake, crossing his arms over his chest

Blake exaggerates a gasp "Are you trying to steal my girl?" He mirrors Chris, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mommy's mine!" Chris pouts at Blake, getting him riled up. Blake grabs my hand, spinning me to bring me in front of him and placing me in his lap. He immaturely sticks his tongue out at Chris as he aggressively kisses me all over my face.

"Blake!" I try to block him off, his little stubble tickling me. "No! Mommy's mine!" Chris's hand grabs onto mine as he tried to pull me out of Blake's hold.

"But I love your mama! Can we share?" Blake pouts at him, loosening his hold on me, giving Chris the satisfaction that he was the one who pulled me away. Chris looks between Blake and me. "Ok!" He answers, going back to his seat. I, too, take a seat beside Chris.

"But only a little bit!" Chris quickly adds, making Blake chuckle as Chris kissed my cheek.

We all ate the breakfast Auntie had prepared for us. The kitchen was filled with laughter and giggles. The events of today held strong power over the incidents of yesterday, helping all of us relax. As if yesterday was just a bad dream, with only our wounds to prove that it indeed happened.