The aroma of coffee and pastry had subtly seeped into your dreams, a comforting sweetness that wrestled you awake. You blinked, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the blinds. And that's when you saw her.

Smoky was perched on the edge of the bed, a fluffy, coffee-colored anthro husky with a perpetually worried expression. Her usual plaid shirt was rolled up, revealing a distended belly that strained against the confines of her waistband. It was… impressive. And filled with a frankly alarming amount of processed sugar.

A low groan rumbled from her chest, thick with her Scottish accent. "Och, Smoky, ye great glutton!" she muttered to herself, wringing her paws. "Whit hae ye done, ye daft dug? A hundred and twenty-four wee cakes and a river o' caffeine! Are ye tryin' tae burst?"

You stifled a laugh, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest. Smoky, despite her self-deprecating rant, looked almost… content. The worry lines around her muzzle seemed softened, replaced by a hazy, satisfied glaze in her usually bright blue eyes. Even if that satisfaction came at the cost of a small bakery's entire inventory.

She still hadn't noticed you were awake. "A body would think I'd learn ma lesson," she continued, her voice laced with a sheepish self-loathing. "But no! I just had tae keep goin', didn't I? Greedy wee beastie."

You cleared your throat. "Morning, Smoky."

Smoky jumped, her ears perking up. She whirled around, her tail thumping weakly against the mattress, a guilty flush rising on her cheeks. "Oh! Lass! You're awake. Did I wake you?"

"Just a little," you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. "What exactly have you been up to?"

Her gaze dropped to her exposed belly, a comical expression of shame crossing her face. "Well… I may have had a slight… indulgence."

You grinned. "A slight indulgence of a hundred and twenty-four pastries and how many cups of coffee?"

She mumbled, avoiding your eyes. "Lost count after twenty."

You chuckled, reaching out to gently stroke the soft fur on her arm. "You're incorrigible."

Smoky leaned into your touch, the tension visibly draining from her body. "Aye, that I am. But… they were just so good! And ye looked so peaceful sleepin'. I didn't want tae wake ye."

You knew that look, that mix of guilt and a desperate need for affection. It was part of what made you love her. "Come here," you said softly, patting the space next to you.

She hesitated for a moment, glancing at her bulging stomach, then carefully shuffled closer. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. She purred, a low rumble that vibrated against your chest.

"Next time, wake me up," you whispered, burying your face in her fur. "We can be gluttons together."

Smoky chuckled, her Scottish accent thick with relief. "Now that's an offer I cannae refuse." She snuggled closer, her belly a warm, doughy weight against you. Maybe a hundred and twenty-four pastries wasn't so bad after all. Especially if it meant moments like this.