Copia stirred awake as the light of the morning sun filtered into the chambers, his arm draped lazily over your waist as you both lay entangled in bed. Glancing over, Copia smiled at your sleeping form, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slumbered.
As he gently untangled and removed himself from the bed, trying not to disturb you, a soft knock came at the door. "Papà?” called a small voice from the other side. Copia slowly and quietly swung open the door to find their four-year-old clutching a stuffed animal, eyes heavy with sleep. Scooping them up in his arms, Copia placed a kiss to their forehead before carrying them over to the sitting area.
He stoked the fireplace back to life as their child contentedly sat in his lap. Not long after, the sound of a door opening and feet shuffling caught both of their attention, their gazes flickering your to tired form exiting the bedroom. Your child eagerly squirmed off of Copia’s lap and ran over to you, giggling and hugging your leg.