Their hot night.

The next morning, I found myself sleeping a little too much and was woken up by the gentle touch of Damien. As I opened my eyes, a wave of disbelief washed over me. I couldn't fathom having slept in so late. I usually woke up at 6 in the morning, like clockwork, but when I glanced at the clock, it was already past 9 o'clock. "Damn," I muttered, still attempting to gather my senses.

Damien, with his warm and caring smile, noticed my confusion and chuckled softly. "Good morning, love. Did you have a good night's sleep?" he asked, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

I shook my head, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I had overslept. "I can't believe I slept so late. My body must be making up for all the hours I missed last night," I mumbled groggily.

Just as I was beginning to comprehend the situation, Damien's words hit me with a surprising revelation. "By the way, I already took the children to school," he said casually, as if it were an everyday occurre