Aria's pov
I let go of Ethan's face and we walked to the breakfast table together. There were fresh pastries waiting. He had clearly made them with care. I picked one up and took a small bite. Sweet and delicious, just as I expected.
"What made you decide to make these?" I asked between bites, looking across the table at Ethan.
"Well, I read that sharing a special breakfast is good luck for newlyweds," he explained, his eyes bright. "Since we're basically married now, I thought we should start planning for our future. Our family."
"Our family?" I asked, teasing him. My face showed disbelief. "You do realize what that would require, right?"
"Absolutely," Ethan replied with his mouth full of pastry. Crumbs fell as he grinned. "It's quite simple. We make love, and then we'll
