I woke to the smell of coffee.
And, while I would have preferred to wake to the smell of baked goods, pancakes, and bacon, I would take the coffee.
Hopefully, there would be a lollypop somewhere in the kitchen I could steal without Daddy noticing.
Turning my head, I noticed that the coffee was a lot closer than I had originally thought.
There, waiting on the nightstand, was a hot, perfect, already sweetened the way I liked it cup of coffee with steam coming off the top. The blanket was still draped over my shoulders, and all around me, the bed was a tangle of limbs, breath, and quiet heartbeats.
That's when I realized… Luca hadn't made my coffee; he was still in bed with me. No, the house had decided that I needed a little pick-me-up, and it was no longer the sweet gesture I originally thought it was.
