The sun shone brightly in Heaven, casting a warm glow over the bustling city, which hummed with angelic laughter and activity.

Returning home from a brief errand to the bakery, you cradled a warm loaf of freshly baked pumpkin bread in your arms.

As soon as you stepped through the door, you saw Adam lounging on the couch with a plate of ribs in hand.

“Welcome back, sugar tits.” Adam called out, wiping his barbecue-covered fingers on the couch.