EIGHTY EIGHT

I woke up the next morning with Sin asleep beside me, one hand wrapped around my waist while the other had my head resting on it. I turned to face him, and he looked so peaceful and calm.

I slowly traced the tattoos on his arms while he slept like a baby. Looking at him, it feels like I have known him for a lifetime, when in reality it's just a few months. I still haven't told him about the baby; even with all Samantha's pep talks, I was still scared to tell him because I wasn't sure what his reaction might be.

Suddenly his eyes started fluttering open, and he had a smile on his face when he opened his eyes fully to see me staring at him.

"Good morning, Bambina," he said in his deep, sexy morning voice.

"Good morning," I say, leaning in so that his lips can claim mine.

The kiss started off slow and steady until it became feverish, and our tongues fought for dominance, but of course Sin won. I pulled away, trailing a kiss slowly down his exposed chest to his stomach. I pulled his boxer