VIGGO
That morning, everything felt just right with Rylee. She was more loving than usual, her excitement surprising me. After an intense night together, she woke me before dawn, her eagerness palpable. I had no complaints. The soft glow of morning light was filtering into the room as she beamed at me.
"Good morning, my lovely wife," I joked. "Anyone who sees you now would never suspect how wild last night was."
She let out a soft laugh and shifted closer, her hair a delightful mess from sleep. We had dozed off again after her early rise, but our work routines always pulled us from slumber, like an internal alarm clock, even on weekends.
"Good morning..." she murmured, still a bit sleepy. "I’m starving..."
"I can imagine," I replied, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin. "I’ll have
