The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I smile and stretch myself across the bed, groaning as my stiff joints pop and my muscles stretch out.
I slowly get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom where I brush my teeth and put my hair up in a messy ponytail before wrapping myself in my robe and heading downstairs.
When I reach the kitchen, my lips spread to smile when I hear soft music playing and William dancing around as he flips his omelet, humming softly to the song in nothing but his briefs. I walk over to the island and hop onto it, the coldness from the marble making me squeak a bit.
At that noise, William turns around and smiles when he sees me. I return the smile and William goes back to sliding the giant omelet he made onto a plate before turning the oven
