The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Emma awoke to a warm “Good morning” from Michael. They shared a quiet breakfast together, filled with light conversation and lingering glances. Despite the comfort of his presence, Emma's mind was already on the day ahead and the responsibilities waiting for her.
After breakfast, Michael drove her home so she could check on Lily and take her to preschool. As they pulled up to her house, Emma turned to him, feeling a mix of gratitude and anxiety.
“Thank you for last night,” she said softly. “And for this morning.”
Michael smiled. “Anytime, Emma. You know I’m here for you.”
Emma nodded, a small smile on her lips, but her thoughts were already on Lily. Inside, she found her daughter playing with her toys.
“Hey sweetie, how about we play yo
