"Love, your toast is ready!" Carl called, placing the two plates on the table and serving the toast in a small bowl on the side.

You had moved in with Carl after he left Juvie and managed to save enough money to buy the apartment on the block next to the Gallaghers' house.

The open windows brought in the sweet smell, the birdsong waking up the morning and the sun painting the sky, it almost seemed like something out of a movie.

As she walked into the kitchen island, the marble table, the boxes spread out across the living room, and her husband, standing there with his leaf-green eyes and blond hair shining against the yellow light of the kitchen. "Thought you weren't coming, sleepyhead." He said with a chuckle, stealing a kiss from your lips before sitting on the puff, because it were more comfortable then the woods chairs.