It must have been a reason to be proud to be such a respected and experienced surgeon. However, there were many disadvantages in this, which not everyone guessed.

Constant stress and fatigue affected the man, and Sonya in this lump of chaos became for him a person who brought peace and that desired sense of calm. Only with Sonya Zayne felt so light, and he couldn't bear the thought that he might lose that ray of light. That's why he took care of it like no other.

But his work was a huge rock in the middle of the road. The lack of enough time for each other, fatigue and anxiety were doing their job, exacerbating Zayne's already severe sleep problems. That's why he devoted all his time to you when the opportunity arose. Even in a dream, as if clinging to that sense of calm, he hugged your waist and nuzzled his nose in your shoulder blades.

You knew about his sleep problems. You saw those packages of sleeping pills, sometimes at night you could feel his restless grumbling and how tightly he squeezes you. He often woke up in a cold sweat, but even at such moments he only quietly got out of bed, so as not to disturb your fragile sleep, to drink a cup of herbal tea, and after a few minutes, finally calmed down, came back, snuggling up to you and hugging for a long time. Usually, he never woke you up, but not this time.

Zayne sat up abruptly on the bed, gasping for air in fright and putting his hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his ribs. He was repeating the same phrase in his head like a mantra. Just a dream, it's just a dream. Overcome with fright, he did not even notice how you woke up, and only after he felt your warm touch, as if he came out of a trance. As if with a click, he switched the focus of his attention on you, even a little happy that he was not alone. However, at the same time, he didn't like the idea that you had disrupted your sleep episode, knowing how unpleasant it was for the body.

"Ah... I'm sorry, did I wake you up? You'd better lie back down."