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.