HER SAFE PLACE

My babydoll is back!

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Rocky's POV

As my babydoll lay nestled in my arms, fast asleep, I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. How could I sleep when my entire world was right here, wrapped around me, breathing softly in my hold? I watched her, admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered lightly, completely unaware of just how precious she is to me. She has no idea how deeply she has changed me. I used to think that love was just a word people used lightly, but now I understand. It's real, and it’s powerful, because it’s exactly what I feel for her.

Looking at her now, so vulnerable yet trusting, fills me with a warmth I never knew I needed. I've made a silent promise to myself—I won’t let this go. Whatever challenges come our way, I’ll hold onto this love, to her, fiercely. Finally, she's in my arms, surrendering her fears and doubts, trusting me with her whole self. It feels like a dream, one I never want to end. I wish for time to slow down, just so I can savor this moment a little longer. Gently, I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, a simple gesture, but filled with all the affection I couldn’t yet put into words.

I pulled her a little closer, inhaling the faint scent of her hair. In this quiet moment, everything else faded away. It was just her and me, and I felt like the luckiest man alive. For the first time, I wasn’t scared of the future. Instead, I felt hopeful, excited even, knowing that as long as she was with me, I could face anything.

The next morning as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was her lying beside me, already awake, her gaze warm and affectionate as it rested on me. She looked so peaceful, so full of quiet happiness, that I felt my heart catch in my chest.

Leaning forward, I brushed a gentle kiss on her forehead and murmured, “Good morning.”

A soft smile lit up her face. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice like a sweet whisper.

I paused, searching her expression, hoping she felt as calm and content as I did. “Are you okay?” I asked, my words soft but filled with genuine concern.

She chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the edges, and she let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve never been this okay before,” she replied, her smile widening as she looked at me, her eyes dancing with a happiness that made my heart feel light.

I smiled back, feeling that warmth spread through me as I watched her. Her hand reached up, fingers brushing over my cheek in the gentlest touch, as if she wanted to make sure I was real. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence around us filled with unspoken words, just letting the morning light pour over us.

After a few peaceful moments,I looked at her, taking in the warmth in her eyes, and couldn’t help but whisper, “Thank you.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a soft smile. “For what?” she asked, her voice gentle and curious.

“For trusting me,” I replied, my voice low but filled with meaning.

She paused, her gaze softening as something tender passed between us. She gave me a look that spoke volumes, something deep and affectionate, like she wanted to say a thousand things but knew she didn’t have to. Her fingers brushed over my hand, a silent acknowledgment of everything we shared.

We lay there in each other’s arms for a few more moments, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning. But soon, she shifted, making a move to get up, and I followed her lead. Before she could even get her feet on the floor, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her toward the bathroom.

“Rocky!” she laughed, a surprised but delighted sparkle in her eyes. “I can walk, you know!”

“Just let me,” I murmured, a smile tugging at my lips as I carefully set her down on the bathroom counter. She looked up at me, still smiling as I moved around, gathering everything she’d need for the morning. I set everything out within reach, and then, with a playful wink, turned to leave.