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*Mariya* "Dad! Dad!" I woke up with Nic shouting and shaking me. But actually, Nic was shaking his dad, and because Domenic's hand was tightly wrapped around me, I automatically rocked with him. Domenic groaned in his sleep, "What happened, Nic?" "Dad, why are you sleeping here?" Nic screeched, and now I was fully awake. Oh, s**t! We slept together, and I was still in his arms. Despite Nic's question, Domenic hadn't loosened his grip on me. I turned to face Domenic, and my panicked gaze met his smiling eyes. Mischief was prominently glinting in his dark orbs. "Nic, this is my bed too. So I can sleep here," Domenic replied lazily, and his gruff voice sounded so sexy. "But why are you holding Riya? Leave her!" Nic yelled as he tried to peel open Domenic's hand from me. But Domen