Melody hadn't slept well.

First, it was the anxiety of his reaction to her being here in the morning that kept her from restful sleep. Her thoughts turned over and over every possibility until she'd become reasonably certain he was going to start shouting at her to leave. Then, she had to head into the nursery for Nora twice, after both which times she considered heading back to her own room. She nearly followed through the second time, too, but was then nervous of his reaction to waking up alone.

All this to say, she had finally fell into a deep sleep when he began to stir. Melody grumbled at the loss of his arms and unknowingly shifted closer as if to follow him across the bed. By the time he fell back into the pillow her eyes were slowly opening, her lids feeling as though they were burdened by heavy weights. Merlin, she was exhausted.

She inched backwards when he grumbled, unsure of what to make of it. "Are you alright?" Melody quietly asked.

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