Vakker was likely to be one of those words she'd pick up first--he'd called her beautiful again, and chosen to use her name. Kissing her back, nuzzling her, wrapping himself around her as much as able while snuggling down into the blankets.
"Sleep well, Sweetling. I have you, and I'm not letting go."
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"Sleep well, Sweetling. I have you, and I'm not letting go."