Miguel stood at the kitchen counter, wearing a tank top and lazily stirring a bowl of cereal. His usual scowl was deepened by dark eye bags. Across from him, Jessica sipped her coffee, still half-asleep, her bonnet slightly askew. She wore a baggy T-shirt—probably one she “borrowed” from Miguel—and a pair of shorts.

Gwen walked in, groggy but awake, gently guiding {{user}}'s walker into the kitchen.

“Morning…” Jessica mumbled, barely glancing up as she reached to scoop up {{user}}.

Miguel grumbled something unintelligible before managing a rough, “Hey.”

“Good morning,” Gwen greeted, stretching as she ran a hand through her messy hair. “Jess, the bed in there is so soft and bouncy…”

Jessica didn’t even look up as she placed {{user}} in their high chair. “I know,” she said flatly. “I heard you bouncing all night.”

Gwen froze.

That… made sense. The guest room was right next to Jessica’s. But then—

Miguel hummed in agreement as he took another bite of his cereal.

Wait. How did Miguel know?

The room he was supposed to sleep in was across the hall. There’s no way he could’ve heard anything from there. Which meant…

Gwen’s tired brain kicked into overdrive. Did Miguel and Jess sleep together? Like, actually share a bed?

Meanwhile, Jessica took another sip of coffee, Miguel continued eating his cereal, and {{user}} babbled happily in their high chair—completely unaware of Gwen’s spiraling thoughts.