Harley hardly ever wakes up before the two of you do. Ivy’s asleep, curled up at your side, while you continue to snooze. She can’t help admiring the two of you.

This is nice. Simple. She’s forgotten how real love feels.

“Hey,” Harley says, leaning over to wake the two of you up. “C’mon Red, you always get up first.”

Ivy stirs at the nickname. “How do you have this much energy?”

“Wake up, sleepy-heads!” Harley laughs, getting to her feet.