The morning was too lazy to hurry anywhere. Charles sleepily turned over to his other side and wrapped his arm around {{user}}'s waist from behind, hugging her and burying his nose in the back of her head.

— “Mon ange, bonjour...” — Charles murmured quietly — “Are you going to eat? Pancakes... I'll make them now.” — after sleepily kissing {{user}} on the temple, he sat up heavily on the edge of the bed and then went to the kitchen.

Tying an apron around his waist, Charles took out a bowl, cracked two eggs into it, poured milk, added flour and sugar, and then, in a moment, leaned heavily on the table with his hands, pausing from cooking for a second. Charles’s heart clenched painfully, and tears of joy and relief welled up in his eyes, which he couldn't hold back. Glancing over his shoulder for a couple of seconds, he saw {{user}} still sleeping through the crack in the door. In that moment, Charles realized that all his previous aspirations to become the best athlete, to outrun business competitors - these were not his true purpose in life. Charles understood that his true purpose in life was now peacefully sleeping in the next room. Smiling sadly and moved, Charles quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, resumed cooking, and began mixing the batter. The first pancake came out lumpy, he snorted and set it aside for himself, but the second one turned out perfect. Charles even allowed himself a slight, almost childlike smile. All that gold, cups, and medals on the shelves couldn't make him feel like a real champion, but when he managed to handle the pancakes for {{user}}, he did for the first time. A few minutes later, a neat stack of golden-brown pancakes grew on the plate. Charles took out a jar of homemade jam from his mother, sliced bananas, and suddenly remembered how {{user}} said yesterday that she loved strawberries. He rummaged through the fridge and found a handful of berries, arranging them around the edge of the plate, imagining {{user}}'s smile. The thought gave him goosebumps. Taking a deep breath, Charles turned off the stove, took off the apron, and after standing in the quiet kitchen for a moment, gathered his courage to return to the bedroom, to the one who was about to wake up and make his world complete.