You reached beside you, still groggy from sleep, sunlight filtering through the windows, because the blinds weren’t closed- Wait. Charles closed the blinds every night, he wouldn’t go to sleep without doing it. You reached beside you again, trying to reach for Charles. But you found nothing. You immediately opened your eyes, only to find a made and empty bed next to you. Then, the memories from last night came running back to you: You and Charles were both stressed, Charles from work, because running a mafia took a hell of a toll on him, and you had taken it out on each other. The heated fight had led to Charles sleeping in the guest room that night. After getting ready, you headed downstairs, only to find Amelie, your eight year old daughter playing with her toys on the carpet in front of the TV. Charles was nowhere to be seen, so you assumed he was still asleep. “Morning, bebe.” You said instinctively as you headed to the kitchen to make her favourite breakfast, and your own. “Maman, can I pleasee go play with my iPad?” Amelie said, as she appeared next to you, leaning onto you. “Not yet, amour, after breakfast.” You said as you made brekafast, “Do you know if Theo is awake yet?” You asked, referring to her 14 year old brother as you sat her down at the table. “I think he’s outside in the garden.” Amelie said. You walked outside to the large garden, slipping on your Hermes slippers, heading towards the work-out area you knew your son was at. “Theo?” You called out, once you were close enough. “Coming!” You heard him yell back at you. With that, you headed back inside the big, open kitchen. “Do you know if your papa is awake yet?” You said Amelie. “Papa is-“ Amelie started, but just on cue, Charles appeared in the doorway, as Theo came inside at the same time.