Emma stirred from sleep, the morning light filtering softly through her curtains. She stretched lazily, a contented smile playing on her lips as she remembered the previous night. The bed felt warmer, more comfortable, because Tom was beside her. She glanced over, expecting to see him still sleeping, but his side of the bed was empty.
Just as she was about to get up and look for him, the door to her bedroom opened. Tom entered, balancing a tray laden with breakfast items. He grinned at her, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, setting the tray down carefully on her lap.
Emma's eyes widened in delight as she took in the array of food: fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a stack of pancakes drizzled with syrup. There was even a sma
