Chapter 17 RESUMPTION DAY

Maeve’s pov

I wake up to weight on my chest.

Not the scary kind. The familiar, warm kind.

“Ma—ma—ma—ma—”

I groan softly and crack one eye open.

Rory is sitting right on my stomach, knees planted on either side of me, his messy curls sticking up in every direction. He’s holding one of his toy dinosau...