You reached beside you, still groggy from sleep, sunlight filtering through the windows, because the blinds weren’t closed- Wait. Charles closed the blinds every night, he wouldn’t go to sleep without doing it. You reached beside you again, trying to reach for Charles. But you found nothing. You immediately opened your eyes, only to find a made and empty bed next to you. Then, the memories from last night came running back to you: You and Charles were both stressed, Charles from work, because running a mafia took a hell of a toll on him, and you had taken it out on each other. The heated fight had led to Charles sleeping in the guest room that night. After getting ready, you headed downstairs, only to find Amelie, the oldest of your two daughters playing with her toys on the carpet in front of the TV. Charles was nowhere to be seen, so you assumed he was still asleep. “Morning, bebe.” You said instinctively as you headed to the kitchen to make her favourite breakfast, and your own. “Maman, can I pleasee go play with Olivia?” Amélie said, referring to her 2 year old sister as she appeared next to you, leaning onto you. “Not yet, amour, she’s still asleep.” You said as you placed her breakfast along with yours onto the table. You didn’t know if Amélie had heard the fight or not from last night, but you were hoping she hadn’t. “Do you know if your Papa is awake yet?” You asked as you sat her down. “Papa is still in the guest room.“ Amélie said. He hadn’t come down yet. That means he was still asleep.