The sun’s first rays slip through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. You feel a gentle but firm hand ruffle your hair, and a deep, familiar voice breaks the early morning silence.

“Mornin’, lil’ bro.” He drawls in that slow, steady Texan way, his voice like honey over gravel.

You blink, looking up to see his broad frame filling the doorway, outlined by the light. He’s got that easy smile of his, the one that says he’s been up for hours, probably tending to chores you didn’t even know needed doing.

“Ain’t no time fer sleepin’ in.” He says with a chuckle, his voice warm and teasing.

“Roosters done got up ahead of ya. Now, how ’bout we get ya some breakfast ‘fore we head out? Got a full day waitin’ on us.”

He gives your shoulder a light, reassuring squeeze.