Cammy woke up later than usual as she stretched under the cozy blanket. It wasn't just the food coma from last night's feast that had her sleeping in—she'd officially taken the day off from the orphanage to pick up Dylan and Grace from the airport. A rare, well-deserved break.
She yawned and blinked groggily, only to be met with the warm aroma of coffee and the sight of her husband sitting nearby, already dressed and looking far too fresh for someone who clearly had been up for hours.
"Good morning, wife," Greg greeted, his voice rich with affection as he held a steaming cup in one hand and scrolled through his laptop with the other.
Cammy rubbed her eyes and smiled. "You're up early."
"I had a mission," he said, closing his laptop with a dramatic flair. He swapped the coffee for a wooden tray he'd kept hidden until just the right moment. "Ta-da! Breakfast in bed for the queen."
