If she knew that the combination of wine and sleeping potion was gonna bring out a stubborn baby, President Luiss, she would have never used it.
"Let go,"
"No."
"Let go, President Luiss, I can't breathe,"
"Not my problem."
"If I die here, I would very well be your problem."
"No."
In the death grip of President Luiss, while she laid, it looked like an uncomfortable night awaited her.
Soon, the movements by her side stopped, and she could sense the calm and slow breaths by her side.
She naively hoped that now that President Luiss had fallen asleep, she could escape his grip. Even in sleep, he was holding onto her as if his life depended on it.
She sighed, giving up and closed her eyes, accepting the death grip on her. Soon, sleep overtook her.
...
Luiss woke up to quiet little snores. The pleasant scent of a woman surrounded him. The soft touch and smooth breathing. He opened his eyes to Ariana, her face inches away from him.
