Willow's POV
The smell of bacon wakes me as my stomach grumbles in need. It wants the porky pleasure, and it wants it now. My legs slowly move as I pull the warm blanket off me. When I stand to walk, my center hurts, remembering I took on a monster last night and did not survive unscathed.
My head hangs low as I realize in order to get my food, I have to face Noah. The sensation of his hands rubbing me last night is not forgotten, feeling them on my skin even now. With a deep breath I open the door and step out, treading towards the kitchen.
I find Millie in her high chair, pancakes on her tray, the floor, and a little in her hair. She's playing and having fun, smiling widely at me as I enter her line of sight. Unable to resist her cuteness, I bend down and kiss the top of her head.
