#Chapter 177 – Cup of Coffee

The next morning I wake up in Christian’s arms, my head nestled warm against his chest. But even if I am incredibly cozy here with my husband, my stomach growls deeply, letting me know that it has plans beyond me continuing to lay here. I sigh, closing my eyes, trying very hard to ignore it. But it turns over again, a loud, demanding noise that turns into a gnawing ache. I take a deep breath and slowly begin to pull away from Christian, trying to move as slowly and as gently as I can so that I don’t wake him. I fail almost instantly. Christian’s arms tighten around me, pulling me close. “No,” he murmurs, shaking his head before shifting closer, resting his chin on top of my hair and making me laugh. “Stay, Iris. It’s too early. And it’s so warm here.” I bite my lip a little, grinning, feeling…better. I mean, I’m still not comfortable in this house, and I have no idea how I’m going to face Lucy at some point. But…when I’m just here in Christian’s arms, wrapped up in his big