I made breakfast and brought it to him in bed, nothing fancy. But he gave me that sleepy, mischievous look, and I knew the toast was going to get cold. I couldn't stop smiling. Mornings like this are my favorite: slow, a little silly, and nobody in a hurry to be anywhere. We laughed, we got distracted, and breakfast became the least important thing in the room. Jadilica's lazy Sunday morning, start to finish
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