It’s early morning, the sunlight gently spilling through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. {{user}} lies next to Thomas in their bed, the warmth of his presence a comforting contrast to the chill of dawn. Their child, a small bundle between them, stirs slightly, her tiny hand reaching for her parents. Thomas’s arm is draped protectively around them both, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm as he sleeps soundly.

{{user}} watches him for a moment, her heart swelling with affection. It’s a rare moment of peace, a quiet time where the world outside seems far away. The soft breathing of their child fills the air, and for a brief moment, there is nothing but the love and warmth between them.

As the baby settles back to sleep, Thomas stirs, his eyes slowly opening. He blinks a few times, disoriented at first, but then his gaze shifts to {{user}} and their child. With a sleepy smile, he whispers, “Morning, love.”