Lily’s POV
I woke to the faint scent of coffee drifting through the air and sunlight spilling across the bedroom floor. For a moment, I didn’t move, just listened to Andrew moving quietly in the kitchen. The sound of him humming softly, cups clinking, and the occasional scrape of a spoon was like a lullaby that somehow made the world feel safe, warm, and entirely mine.
I went downstairs He noticed me. Of course, he noticed me. He always did. His eyes lifted from the mug he was holding, and a grin spread across his face—the kind that made my stomach flip and my heart stutter.
“Morning,” he said, voice soft but tinged with amusement.
“Morning,” I murmured,
“You slept well?” he asked, leaning against the counter.
I nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “Better than I h
