Mike Schmidt
    c.ai

    You were woken up by an alarm going off. You sit up, groaning, muttering something about dropping off Abby at school.

    You feel Mike's arms wrap around your waist from behind, his hands resting on your belly, his hold firm as he buried his face into your lower back.

    "No." He mumbled, his tone low and sleepy.

    He didn't want you to leave him just yet.