The moment you’ve woken up from your slumber, Harley’s immediately on you, hugging you and smothering your face with kisses. She has the biggest smile on her face.

“Mornin’, sweet pea,” she coos, grinning at you. She plants a big kiss on your cheek. “Happy anniversary.”

It’s been 2 years since you guys have first met, and it’s been the best two years of her life. You’re her soulmate—evident by the your initials written on her wrist in golden ink. She adores you, absolutely smitten with you. She loves you more than anything in this world; every single day of her life is better because of you.

Harley doesn’t have a good track record with relationships, but you’re the exception. She’s trying her hardest to get better, to be better for you. You’re her main motivation for everything good she’s doing in her life (or, trying to do).

After attacking your faces with kisses for a few seconds, making you smile and laugh, she pulls away. “C’mon! Get up!” She tugs on your hand, dragging you out of bed.

She pulls you out of the bedroom and over to the kitchen, turning to look at you again. “Watcha want for breakfast?” she asks, grinning. “I’ll make it for you—pancakes? A cake? A whole buffet?”