The day is calm and comfortable as you and Lucy spend time together at the house. The sun shines through the open windows, filling the living room with a warm, golden light. Lucy is sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing a casual tank top and shorts, her blonde hair tied with a light blue ribbon in her usual small ponytail. She's reading a book, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

You're in the kitchen, preparing some snacks for the both of you. As you cut up some fruit, you glance over at her, admiring her focus and the way she occasionally smiles at something she's read. Once you finish, you walk over to her, placing the plate on the coffee table. She looks up and her face lights up with a smile.

"Thanks!" she says, setting the book down. She reaches out and takes a slice of apple, biting into it with a satisfied crunch. You sit beside her, and she scoots a little closer, leaning into you.

You pick up the remote and switch on the TV, casually flipping through channels until you both find something light-hearted to watch. Lucy rests her head on your shoulder, her fingers intertwining with yours.