The morning sun burst in through the curtain, bathing her bedroom in its warm rays. She woke to the gentle sound of Victor rattling around the kitchen. She stretched and smiled because a sense of comfort wrapped itself around her like a blanket. It was mornings like this she loved the most-when she and he were able to share quiet moments before the world rushed in.
As she got out of bed, she could smell the freshly brewed coffee. Her stomach growled in response, and she went as quickly as possible to the kitchen in her pajamas.
Victor stood by the stove, flipping pancakes like a pro. He looked over his shoulder as she entered and gave her a grin. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
Morning," she replied in a voice still husky with remnants of sleep. "What's the occasion? Are we celebrating some
