Someone is kissing my cheek. It’s not sticky, and no one is giggling, so it’s not a child. I open one eye and smile at my handsome husband of five years. “Good morning, Carolina,” he says with a happy grin. “Good morning.” I yawn and sit up, stretch my arms over my head. “Is the baby fussy? I’ll get up and take care of her.” “She’s not fussy.” He climbs onto the bed behind me, straddles me and wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me against his hard chest. “In fact, the k