Zendaya’s pov
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet atmosphere. Not the lonely quiet of my apartment near campus, where silence sometimes felt heavy.
This was different was soft, warm, comforting. The kind of quiet that comes from a house where love lives in every corner.
I stretched lazily under the blanket and glanced at the clock. 10:17 AM. A smile slowly spread across my face.
“Wow… I really slept.”
Back on campus, mornings were rushed, alarms, deadlines, unread messages. But here? There was no pressure. Just peace. I pushed the blanket aside and slipped out of bed, my feet meeting the cool floor.
The faint smell of food drifted in from the hallway, and my stomach reacted immediately. Mom was cooking. I quickly brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face, an
