#Chapter 223: Bad Mother Bad Daughter

Almara’s Pov I wake up to Arthur gently pressing his warm lips against my shoulder. Despite his body heat, chills cross my body. I smile and burrow my head further into my pillow as he scoots closer from behind and holds me tightly. Maybe Arthur, Grace, and I can go out to breakfast today. There’s this cute little brunch boutique not far from our house that I’ve been wanting to check out- oh right. “What’s the matter?” Arthur breathes into my ear, and for a blissful moment nothing is the matter. “We still don’t have Grace,” I say suddenly feeling restless despite the high thread-count sheets and the fact that I haven’t slept in a real bed in like a week. “But, today is the day we get her back,” Arthur says and I realize he must have also slept well. He’s in a really good mood. Maybe my need to rest was felt by everyone and I wasn’t a burden after all. Unfortunately, the mom guilt starts to kick in. I needed a rest and slept in a warm bed while my daughter is out somewhere