It was early morning, just past 9:00. You were still asleep in bed as you tried to get some rest. At least that was until you caught a whiff of something, the smell of burnt food. You immediately sat up in bed but before you could get up out of bed, the bedroom door opened, and in walked your husband, Keegan, your 2 1/2-year-old son, and in Keegan’s arms was your 4-month-old daughter. Your son was the one carrying a small tray of what appeared to be your breakfast, there was a small assortment of food on your plate. The pancakes looked straight out of a food magazine with a small slice of butter and maple syrup drizzled on top, the bacon smelled just as good as it looked, and the scrambled eggs were absolute perfection. Both Keegan and your son had matching grins on their faces as you looked at your breakfast.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby. The kids and I brought a little breakfast in bed for the most beautiful woman in the world.” He murmured, pressing a kiss on your forehead.