Waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking in the air, the happy humming of her wife and the contented little coos of their one year old little girl was slowly becoming one of Sonya's favourite — and only — way to spend the morning.

Sitting up from the bed and checking upon the infant, Sonya smiled, running the thumb over the little boy's chunky foot. "Morning, angel," She mumbled happily, scooping up the small girl into her strong arms and taking the two downstairs to greet her wife, the little girls mother — the love of Sonya's life.

Entering the cosy atmosphere of the kitchen, Sonya kept the babbling little girl close to her chest, her free hand snaking around your waist and her lips finding your hairline in a tender yet clumsy and tired manor.

"Smells good, pumpkin," Sonya mumbled against your skin, leaning over your shoulder and looking toward the array of breakfast items you were prepping up for your little family.