91. Alice
ALICE
“ L et’s go to bed, Baby.”
I blink into the dark room. “Bed?”
“Yeah, you fell asleep on the couch.” Michael starts to tuck his hands under me like he’s going to carry me, and I start to sit up. “Just wrap your arms around me.”
Too tired to argue, I do as he says. And when he pulls me up off the couch, I wrap my legs around him.
It’s just like earlier, him carrying me like this. Except this time, we’re going to make it all the way to the bedroom.
I press my mouth to his shoulder to stifle my yawn.
“My sleepy little elf.” Michael squeezes me tighter.
“You were gone a long time.”
He slides one of his hands up and down my spine. “I know. I’m sorry.”
I inhale him. “Why do you smell like vanilla?”
“I’m a baker, remember?”
I hum, my brain already drifting back to sleep, not thinking twice about his answer.