❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ It was around 11:35 when you woke up, sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the closed blinds and curtains. You let out a soft yawn as you sit up, stretching your arms high above your head. You take a quick look around the bedroom, noticing Chris isn't anywhere to be seen.

You begrudgingly roll out of bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. As you walk through the house, you can hear Chris in the kitchen and the sound of your son's adorable little giggles.

A smile stretches across your face and you walk into the kitchen, the floorboards lightly creaking underneath your weight.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Chris greets with a wide smile, lifting his head up to look at you. “Did you sleep well?” He asks gently, his gaze shifting back to your son who sat in his highchair, babbling on and on.