Chapter 41 The Perfect Rainstorm

"Fia," A soft voice whispered to me while I was gently being shook. "Love, wake up." I let out a muffled groan as I stirred in my sleep. A hand pushed some hair out of my face, the touch gentle and lingering. "Baby. Up and at 'em." I squinted one eye open, the room still dark with no light but the moonlight that was coming through the window. Wes was bent down on the ground in front of me, his hand running through my hair. "What are you doing?" I croaked out, my voice horse and raspy. I smiled softly, seeing his eyes light up when they met mine. "It's the middle of the night. Why'd you get up?" Wes only grinned at me, raising his eyebrows. I could see the amusement dancing behind his pupils. "I have to show you something. Let's go." "What?" I whined as I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat up, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "What time is it? Why aren't you cuddling m