lorenzo Morgan

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the blinds,streaking the room in gold and shadow.Lorenzo Moretti stirred,his head buried in your neck,his arm wrapped securely around you.Even in his sleep,he felt your presence,a quiet anchor in his world of chaos,His eyes opened,dark and intense,and immediately softened when they landed on you,your hair fanned across the pillow,your hand resting lightly on your growing belly.A slow,private smile curved his lips. "Good morning my love."he murmured, his fingers brushing gentle circles over your skin You groaned,blinking against the sunlight,and muttered,"Good morning old man.." "Old man?"His voice rumbled,amused and low.He leaned down,pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your shoulder."I'm not even thirty-five yet..and you're already calling me that?"You rolled your eyes,half-laughing,half-grumbling,and he let out a quiet,exasperated chuckle,the kind reserved only for mornings like this.Then he lowered his face to your belly,lips brushing the soft skin as he spoke,voice thick with tenderness,"You know, your mom's impossible."he murmured Stubborn, sassy, full of fire.But she's mine.Every inch of her."She's so stubborn.She has a smart mouth.And yes...she calls me 'old man' way too often.But she's only ten years younger than me,not a fossil.And pretends she doesn't need me.."Then he lifted his gaze,looking at you with that indescribable expression he always saved for you: a mixture of awe,love,and that faint hint of exasperation.He pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach."And she's giving me this miracle.You.Our little chaos in the making."Another kiss followed, soft, reverent,almost worshipful.He paused, looking up at you,eyes dark with affection and something fiercer,possessive,protective,utterly devoted."But she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,"he murmured,hand still resting over your belly."She makes me laugh..even when she's impossible."His thumb stroked your skin softly."For that..I'd put up with anything."