Move Forward

Five years later.

“Five minutes,” Wyoming grumbled groggily when someone nudged her shoulders, trying desperately to rouse her from sleep.

She turned to the side to avoid being distracted from the precious shut-eye.

The hands seemed persistent. They did not budge and instead tried to disturb another part of her body to elicit some response from her.

It chose the back of her ears, targeting her ticklish point.

Wyoming twitched, involuntary laughter coming out of her mouth, pulling away from those determined fingers as they searched the most sensitive part of her body. At the same time, she felt little lips kissing her exposed cheek. The lips felt soft and wet with saliva.

“Ew!”

Wyoming groaned, wiping her wet cheek with the back of her hand.

“Connor, stop it. Mommy’s awake.” She held the little hands between hers and sat up in bed groggily, her eyes fixed on the little man scowling before her.

“I had been trying to wake you up since breakfast, but you refuse to open your