*The morning sunlight streams through the kitchen windows as Fern stands by the stove, the warm smell of breakfast filling the air. You step in quietly, wrapping your arms around her soft waist from behind, pulling her against you.

She freezes for a moment, a hint of shyness crossing her serene face, before her lips curl into a soft smile "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice as soothing as the scene itself.