The day was hot, they slept with the windows open last night.
Anya woke up and got out of bed, her face had plastered against his chest and she pushed herself off.
“Good morning," I say looking at her get up.
She rubs her eyes and looks at me.
"What time is it?" she asks turning over to the side.
"It's after 8 am," her eyes open with shock.
She gets up in a hurry and runs to the bathroom. I hear the the water in the shower come on and I laugh.
"Where are you rushing off too?" she rolls her eyes and places her hand on her hip.
"I need to cook breakfast," I smile, she definitely loves cooking for my family.
I pull her closer to me and hold her by the waist.
"Don't worry that will all be sorted, now come on let's go back to bed." She turns and looks at me with a questioning
