safe with me. / c yelich. ✔️

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n a d i a .

I don't think I could ever tell you a time where I was annoyed about waking up in Christian's embrace. Feeling his secure, tight hold around me when I woke up, let me know that I was safe from all dangers. It was sometimes even hard to move at night when I would get up to check on Wyatt or just get up to go to the bathroom because his arms are so much stronger in comparison to mine.

I ran my fingernails down his forearm that laid in front of my bare chest, my back to his chest as we both laid there, naked from the previous night, wrapped in the sheets. He didn't flinch at all, just kept peacefully sleeping. I kissed his bicep lightly, nuzzling my head against his arms.

Wyatt walked in our room, coming over to my side of the bed and tapped on my arm, "Momma..?" He asked quietly.

I open my eyes again to look at my son, who looked visibly worried or scared about something. "Hi, handsome, what's wrong?" I whispered, patting the spot next to me, "Talk quietly though, daddy's sleeping.."

He used all his strength to climb up onto the bed and sat next to me. "I had dweam that you and daddy buh-bye.." He told me, sniffling as he laid his head down on the pillow next to me.

"Oh, honey.." I kiss his forehead, "Momma and daddy are right here! We aren't going to leave you, we're always going to be there for you. I promise."

"You pinky?"

"I pinky promise, Wy." I locked pinkies with him, smiling at him. "You can lay with me and daddy until he wakes up. We were up way past our bedtime, so he might sleep a little."

Wyatt nodded, moving to get under the covers next to me. He cuddled up against me and within ten minutes was asleep again. It was only around 7AM, what could sleeping a couple more hours do?

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When I stirred awake, Christian and Wyatt were out of bed again; Figures. They always somehow got up before me when I was the one that had fallen back asleep. Fine with me. More bed for me.

Christian walked in and looked around the room, seeing our clothes everywhere and smirked, "Well, good morning, beautiful.." He said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "How did you sleep?"

I smile at him, turning to face him, still covering myself with the duvet, "I slept good. I got up at like 7 this morning because Wyatt came in here saying he had a bad dream.."

He nodded, "Yeah, I noticed he was in here when I woke up and I was really confused because I didn't remember him coming in our bed at all last night," He chuckled, "But that's fine, we told him that we'll always let him come in our bed. I should've gotten dressed though," Christian let out a light laugh, "I was only in my boxers, whereas you were completely naked."

I blush, shrugging, "Put me right to sleep, it was that good." I wink at him, giggling. "What time is your game?"

"It's at 3:10. I have to be there by 12:30, so I'm finishing up packing up a snack bag for Wyatt and I even got your outfit picked out."

I sit up, covering my chest and looked over at him as he held up my outfit: A pair of light washed high-waist jeans, a white tank top, and one of his new jerseys for the 50th anniversary. "Baby, I can't wear that jersey! It's a brand new one."

Christian smiled, "You think it's mine, but you haven't seen the back.." He turned it around, revealing 'Mrs. Yelich' and his number on the back of it. "All the wives have one for their husbands, and since you're no longer just a girlfriend, I figured you needed one too. But you're the first one with the newer jerseys; I did a little convincing. Everyone loves me, baby."