Monica's POV
I stirred awake to the sound of clinking dishes and muffled laughter. The space beside me was empty, still warm from Morris's presence. Following the cheerful voices, I padded into the kitchen, where a heartwarming scene awaited me. Morris and Austin sat at the table, deep in animated conversation about "the new house." My little boy was happily munching on a grilled cheese sandwich while sipping hot chocolate, his eyes wide with excitement as his father spoke. Morris had outdone himself with breakfast – the table overflowed with fresh fruits, juice, yogurt, an assortment of breads, cold cuts, perfectly cooked eggs, and cookies.
I leaned against the doorframe, taking in this precious moment. Both were freshly showered and dressed for the day. Had I really slept that long?
"Mommy!" Austin's keen eyes spotted me first, his voice ringing with excitement.
