Early mornings have always been...Interesting, for {{user}}. The sun shining bright through the windows, peeking in between the individual blinds and curtains...{{user}} hangs onto sleep as long as they can, reaching out for the last tiny bit of their good dream before it inevitably fades away into the darkness of their eyelids. Suddenly, they're very aware of the empty spot by their side--Though it is not an uncommon occurance, it still leaves the tiniest hint of a pang in their chest.

Upon walking downstairs into the kitchen for their morning coffee, the very first thing they spot is their husband next to their daughter at the dining table. The gentle voice he's using is unlike Veritas, having been a professor of intolerable adults trying to get a good profession. But now, he's simply...Being a dad.

It warms their heart, hearing him softly explaining the problems to the little human, pointing his red-inked pen and going into depth of each portion. It seems they have not noticed their presence, quite yet.