~Joanna
Saturday mornings had always been a mix of tranquility and chaos. I had barely rolled out of bed when the sight of a growing laundry pile called out to me. Lanre was still in bed, his hair tousled and his arm draped lazily over the pillow. I sighed, pulling on a loose t-shirt and leggings before heading to the laundry room. The sound of clothes tumbling in the washer and the faint scent of detergent soon filled the air, grounding me in my routine.
As I began sorting the laundry, I felt a familiar warmth behind me. Turning slightly, I saw Lanre leaning against the doorway, his sleepy eyes fixed on me.
“Need some help?” he asked, his voice raspy from sleep.
“Help?” I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know where the detergent is.”
He chuckled and stepped closer, grabbing a laund
