Day 43

"Wake up!"

Ramon slaps my cheek lightly.

I groan as I stretch my hands yawning.

He gets out of bed and drags me off the bed.

"I was supposed to teach you how to make muffins, forgot?"

"It's still too early, babe. I want to sleep some moooooore!" I groan. 

He lets go of my hand and climbs back on the bed with a frown on his face.

"Fine! You just want to punish me and our babies every morning with your pathetic muffins. It's fine!"

I gasp. "But you said they were perfect!"

He growls. "I lied. Thought it was obvious."

I throw myself on him and he lets out a groan, wincing.

"Sorry," I quickly get off his torso when I remember he still has the gun wound.

"It's nothing," he forces a smile, touching the bandage around the w