It was rare for Charlotte to take a day off.

Her compound was always calling for her, someone always needed her, questions had to be answered; and even when she wasn’t physically there, she was thinking about it—obsessing over it. But this morning, she turned off her alarm and slid back into the soft bed where you were still curled beneath the covers.

Was it responsible of her? Definitely not. Did she care? Not so much. She missed getting to see your pretty face and she would sacrifice one good day of work just to be with you—the older woman would do, without any hesitation, anything for you.

She noticed you stirring awake and she couldn't let that happen. “Don’t get up. Not today.” She whispered, kissing your temple with delicacy.

She was for sure spoiling you today.