EMMA’s POV :
- - - Three Weeks Later - - -
“Good morning, baby girl,”
I woke up to Ian’s hand softly caressing my cheek. I pried my eyes open and saw that it was barely sunrise out on the window.
“What time is it?” I stirred lazily and pulled the duvet up.
“About 6 AM,”
“6 AM?” I gaped. “It’s a Saturday, Ian. Why are you up at 6 AM?”
“Because of this,” he pulled a breakfast tray from behind him and placed it on top of my stomach. There were pancakes, coffee, eggs, and juice. There was also a single red rose and a tiny hourglass on the tray. “Happy birthday, baby girl,” he smiled and kissed the top of my head.
“You made all this?” I asked him. The coffee and pancake looked enticing, I couldn’t help but steal a little taste.
“Yup. And it’s your twenty fou
