Bedtime

She snuggled up next to Royal in his bed and rested her head against his chest. He yawned loudly causing her to giggle.

“Rough day?”

“The roughest,” he chuckled. “If someone had told me six months ago, I’d be parenting the tornado we call Precious, arguing with my mother about how much of a meddlesome bitch she can be, finding out the woman of my dreams is one my brother wanted for himself and seducing her despite this, I would have called them insane. Yet, here I am, doing all three and I can’t lie and say I’m not emotionally exhausted.” He squeezed her, “I’m used to girls falling into my arms not fighting me tooth and nail. You’re a lot of work, Famke Noor.”

“Screw you, Royal,” she nudged him with her elbow. “The best things in life are the things you’ve gotta fight for.”

He laughed and hugged her tight, “I know. I also know how to work really hard. I don’t give up easy.”

“I would never have guessed,” she said sarcastically.

He rolled over her, resting his elbows on either side of h