“Its ok.” He relented.
“You aren’t mad are you?” She stroked his cheek and held him close. “I don’t want my baby to be mad at me.”
“No, I’m not.” He soothed her.
“Good.” She laid his head on her chest, pulling the covers over them. “I love my babe.” She said as she stroked his hair gently with one hand while the other held on to his strong, muscular arm.
He stroked her hair.
She kissed his forehead. “You like cuddling like this, because I love it.”