HIS DAME

Chapter 57

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The silence in Sam's room stretched painfully long. Everyone stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Aurora snuggled up against Sam. The only sound was Aurora's soft, muffles snoring.

"Why is Rori sleeping here in Uncle Sam's room?" Ethan's small curious voice echoed through the room like grenade.

Everyone jumped.

Hermione's eyes snapped wide, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

Sera slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a strangled squeak, Aldo who stood behind her actually choked, pressing his fist to his mouth.

Sienna hunched forward, trying and failing to stifle a burst of laughter. Dan blinked once, then muttered under his breath: "...God help us all."

Vittoria's eyes went as round as saucers. "Oh. My. God." She flailed a hand dramatically toward Sam and Aurora. "My day has been made."

Hermione regained enough composure to spin around and shove Ethan gently toward the door. "Outside. Right now." Ethan blinked innocently. "But why, Mama? Is uncle Sam sad? Is Rori sick? Are they hugging?"

Hermione groaned. "Outside." She marched him out as the rest of the family scrambled after her, a mix of stifled laughter and horrified gasps. Vittoria called back over her shoulder, "Use protection, you two!"

Aldo was grinning outright now, while Dan simply mumbled under his breath. "This family needs therapy."

Nedvar was the last to leave, pausing only long enough to give Sam an utterly deadpan stare. "Handle it." And then he was gone.

The door clicked shut, leaving the room in thick silence.

Sam exhaled shakily, still flat on his back, Aurora's weight a warm, soft presence against his side.

He tilted his head back against the pillow, eyes closing for a brief second.

This is bad. This is so fucking bad. Sam thought.

Very carefully, he tried to slide his arm out from under her head.

Aurora let out a soft, sleepy sound— something like a kitten's mewl, "...Mmm, warm..."

Sam froze, a low groan rumbling on his chest. "Shit..." he whispered under his breath. He tired again, inch by excruciating inch, to pull his hand free. And that's when Aurora blinked awake.

Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. She stared at him in bleary confusion for a good three seconds.

Then her pupils focused.

Her eyebrows shot up. "...Sam?"

Sam opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

Aurora's gaze darted around the room. She blinked once.

Twice.

And then—

"WHY AM I IN YOUR BED?!"

Sam winced as her voice spiked a full octave. "Would you keep your voice down?!" he hissed.

Aurora shoved herself upright, only to realize his arm was still half trapped near her back as she is half-laying and half-sitting position. "Oh my god— why is your arm there?!"