The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 694

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Morning Embrace

Chapter 694 Unexpected Morning Embrace

“Last night,” Dawn replied, sympathy thick in her little voice. “Daddy had a terrible nightmare. He was so pitiful. Mommy and I let him sleep with us.”

“Pitiful?” Rowan repeated under his breath, the word tasting like iron..

Rowan let out a short, cold laugh. “Julius, since when did you learn to play the victim?”

The racket grated on Julius‘ nerves, pulling a frown across his face. Too loud.

Slowly he opened his eyes and leveled them at Rowan. “I don’t need to play the victim to sleep beside wife and child.”

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“Quinn is still recovering.” Rowan shot back, irritation flaring. “You have some nerve clinging to her like a koala. If she wakes up bruised anywhere, I swear you’ll answer to me.”

He had walked in moments earlier to find his brother–in–law wrapped around Quinn like some overgrown koala, while poor Dawn clutched the corner of the quilt on the verge of rolling off the bed

“Rowan, I’m fine,” Quinn said, before he could continue. “Julius was dead–asleep. He didn’t even know he

in her dreams.

I was holding me. And Dawn? The bed is enormous. She must have spun herself to the ed ven know he

When we fell asleep, she was right between us.”

Quinn sat propped against the headboard, her movements slow and careful after the accident. She watched her little girl, already lost to dreams, roll across the mattress in restless circles. The blanket still swaddled the child, so Quinn let the wandering continue; her own body was too stiff to rearrange small limbs tonight.

Rowan’s voice cut through the quiet. “Now that he’s awake, isn’t it time he let you go?”

He fixed Julius with a stare sharp enough to slice stone. One more second of delay and Rowan would have hauled the man up by force.

Only then did Julius register the compromising sprawl of his own limbs–face pressed against Quinn’s warm chest, arms cinched around her waist, one leg casually draped over hers like a possessive claim.

Good Lord, how did this happen? In every memory he possessed, his sleeping posture was disciplined, almost military; this tangle of limbs felt like an unruly confession.

Julius snapped upright, dragging in a sharp breath, then turned to Quinn. “Are you hurt at all?”

Concern threaded his voice before he even noticed it himself.

“I’m fine,” Quinn answered, her smile lighting the room. “What about you–did you manage any real rest?”

Julius found himself caught by that smile, as though the world had narrowed to the gentle curve of her lips; for a moment, he could not remember how to look anywhere else.

Just then, Rowan’s cell phone shattered the fragile hush, its ringtone slicing across the early light like a summons from the outside world.

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