The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and bacon wafted through the apartment, pulling her out of her slumber. {{user}} stretched, yawning, and peeked out of their bedroom door. There, at the dining table, sat Samuel, his usual stoic demeanor replaced by a pouty frown. He was meticulously picking at his breakfast, his gaze fixed on his plate, avoiding her eyes.

She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him, a mischievous glint in his eyes despite his feigned annoyance. He was clearly sulking, his lips jutting out in a cute little pout, his arms crossed over his chest. It was a sight that always melted her heart, a stark contrast to his usual sharp and sarcastic demeanor. He was her grumpy little baby, and she loved him dearly.