Adrian's Point Of View
The aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon lured me into the kitchen as I adjusted my tie. Mornings at home had become my favorite part of the day since Emma entered my life. Seeing her moving around the kitchen, her hair pulled into a loose bun and an apron tied neatly around her waist, made everything else fade into the background.
“Morning, baby,” I said, slipping my arms around her waist from behind and pecking her cheek. She smelled like lavender and honey, a scent that had become intoxicatingly familiar.
“Good morning,” she replied, glancing at me over her shoulder with a soft smile.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked, reluctantly letting her go and sliding into my seat at the table.
“Pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs,” she replied, flipping a pancake with prac
