Elizabeth
Opening my eyes, the light in my bedroom flowed through between the curtains and I rolled over, stretching contently. With a smile on my face, I smelled bacon and jumped up, running to the kitchen.
“There you are sleepyhead. I thought I would have to call emergency services to wake you.” He smiled.
“Good morning.” I smiled at him and grabbed two glasses and orange juice, setting the table for breakfast. This had become our morning routine. He would cook breakfast, I would set the table, and we would take the time to sit, eat and talk before our days began. Walking around with the plates, he joined me at the table, giving me a breathtaking kiss first, before taking a seat.
“Sleep well?” I dug into breakfast.
“Hmmm. The little you let me get, yes, thank you. What do you have p
