CHAPTER 47

SCOTT POV

I buried my face in my pillow even more but instead a hand ran through my hair, a small smile played in my lips. The softness of my pillow felt like heaven.

"Scott, can you wake up already, you keep placing your head in my chest!" The small and enchanting voice spoke as my eyes slowly lit up.

I blinked my eyes open, feeling a bit disoriented at first. As my vision cleared, I saw the familiar face of my Mon chéri, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and affection. Her voice was like a sweet melody, instantly bringing a smile to my face.

"Em," I mumbled, my voice still groggy with sleep. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and trying to shake off the remnants of drowsiness. The warmth of her hand in my hair lingered, comforting and soothing. "Guess I was enjoying the comfort a little too much."

"My head feels safer there!" I said with a wink.

Fiona giggled, her laughter filling the room with joy. It was a sound that never failed to brighten my day. Her playful response only