Chapter Twenty-Three. Davina.
Oh God!
Oh God!
Oh God!
What the hell was I thinking?
Why did I tell Mars to sleep in the same bed as me?
I don't think I was thinking with my brain. Nope, but I was with my lady bits and bobs. They were screaming so loudly they took over from my brain!
Maybe it was because our son is desperate for us to be a family, thinking that mammy and daddy sleeping in the same bed will make us ‘normal’? Well, that would be my excuse if anybody asked. However, I doubt I would fool anybody. Nor was the reason because he is huge and would not fit in a single bed. No, it was like I lost my mind for a second, and the words were out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to engage, invaded by my weeping bits.
I mean, truth be told, I want to sleep beside him, b
