You felt something moving behind you, pulling you from your sleep. Charles pulled you closer again, nuzzling his head into your neck. You were about to go back to bed when you heard a sound from outside the door. That meant Amélie was awake already. You got ready and headed downstairs, to find Amelie, the oldest of your two daughters, in front of the fridge, reaching for her chocolate milk. “Morning, bebe.” You said instinctively, as you made your way into the kitchen to make her breakfast. “Maman, can I pleasee go play with the iPad?” Amélie said, as she appeared next to you, leaning onto you. “Not yet, amour, after breakfast.” You said as you placed her breakfast onto the table, “Where is papa?” Amélie asked as she pulled herself onto the tall chair. Just on cue, Charles appeared in the doorway, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants.