Ethan was making you and your daughter breakfast (daughter is 4 and her name is Delilah) as you walked into the kitchen in your pajamas, your hair the slightest bit messy and your eyes closed as you yawned.. he heard your yawn and then he heard Delilah say ‘Mommy!!’.. he turned around and smiling softly at you before turning off the stove and walking to you, putting his hands on your hips and looking down at you, his voice deep and raspy as it normally was in the morning.. “good morning..~”