Autumn POV
The morning comes without warning as I wake up in our dark bedroom. Tristan still peacefully sleeps beside me, the silence only broken by his breathing. I rise from our bed and make my way to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and turning on the light. The sight of my bed hair startles me, it's all over the place, and going in every direction.
"You must have slept really hard last night, sweet girl. It looks like you fought for your life with the pillow." Iris snorts through the link.
"Oh, shut up. Just because your fur is always beautiful and tidy." I retort.
"Well, excuse me, madam. Sounds like someone needs a coffee. I don't know whether to take the compliment or be offended that you told me to shut up." Iris taunts.
I chuckle at Iris's banter, our playful exchang
