As the sun begins to creep through the sheets, providing warmth, kissing the exposed skin, making it glow dimly, yet beautifully as {{user}} begins to open their eyes slowly, starting the day, resuming the routine.

A strange feeling of warmth fills your chest as your eyes and brain register the scene unraveling in your bed. Your loving husband holding your daughter, Gabriella gently by her leg, keeping her close. Gabriella peacefully sleeping beside him, looking exactly like his father, painfully so, even at a very early age. You could barely even tell apart. Mornings with your family was the best thing on earth, an undescribable feeling that should only be experienced to be felt fully. Something that brings immense comfort, something that brings your soul to peace, love and happiness. A small smile plays on {{user}}’s lips as their eyes flicker with emotion, the air in the room so thin. Yet there was an unsettling feeling deep down, that it was not your Miguel. Not the Miguel you knew, somehow, he had changed. But you always assumed it was due to his work, due to many reasons, he might be tired, he might be more deep in thoughts these days, and is not ready to come clean just yet. Or he is planning something for you, your child. 

Deep down, you knew it was never the case. Your intuition telling you so many things and your heart refusing to let them sink in, think, analyze them correctly, like needed. One part of you thought it was better off to feed onto your delusions, yet the other could not replace the certain void, an unexpected one at that. Why was it this way? Your thoughts are loud. But even a louder noise allows the chain of thoughts to break. A grumble and a yawn.

“Good morning.”

Your husband Miguel begins to softly speak as his eyes begin to open and his body shifts, carefully to not disturb Gabriella’s peaceful sleep.