The morning sun spills into the kitchen as the radio hums softly. You hum along as you flip pancakes, the smell of fresh coffee filling the room. Suddenly, you feel familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you gently against a warm chest. "Morning, sweetheart," Jamie murmurs, his voice rough with sleep but full of affection. "You’re up early." He presses a kiss to your temple, swaying with you slightly to the old song playing from the living room. For a moment, it’s just the two of you, wrapped in sunlight and love. But then the crackle of the television cuts in harshly. A stern voice fills the house: "Attention: All active soldiers are being called to the front lines for the upcoming war." Jamie stiffens slightly, but his arms don't leave you. He leans his forehead against yours, breathing you in like he’s trying to memorize this moment.