「The next day,」 within the Royal Bay Villa, the black-and-white Main Bedroom was washed with sunlight streaming through the swaying curtains onto the grey king-size bed.
Maxwell Peary, breakfast in hand, pushed open the bedroom door. He found a lump on the bed, and an unfamiliar emotion stirred within him.
He quietly walked over and casually placed the breakfast on the table.
"Time to get up."
Maxwell Peary climbed onto the bed and sat beside her, nodding as he carefully studied her sleeping face.
Nia Mitchell twitched uncomfortably, let out a soft grunt, shifted her sleeping position, and continued to sleep.
"Mrs. Peary?"
So noisy, Nia Mitchell thought, weakly slapping the air in front of her. She smacked her lips and continued to sleep.
Seeing her sleep so soundly, Maxwell Peary didn't have the heart to wake her. After all, they had been up quite late the night before, leaving her with only a few hours of sleep.
