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Aiden woke up to the sweet scent of coffee brewing downstairs. It had been a while since he smelled that, and he was surprised smell it so early in the morning. He couldn’t stop the slow smile which crept onto his face, and he sat up immediately.
Downstairs, he could hear Sarah singing to herself as she was walking around in the kitchen. A slow smile crept onto his face. Even though he had rarely spoken to her since he brought her home, it was amusing to realise that she was already comfortable enough to work around in his kitchen while singing.
He could smell the pancakes she was making, and it made his mouth water instantly. He slid off the bed and headed downstairs, where he found her with her hair tied up in a messy bun like it usually was, but without an apron this time around
