Ava’s POV
The sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow across my room. I woke to the familiar sound of Tristan’s excited footsteps padding down the hallway. It was Saturday, and while I was scheduled to go into the office, I knew Tristan loved mornings like this, time spent lounging around before the day really started.
I rolled over in bed and grabbed my phone. 7:45 a.m. A little earlier than I’d hoped, but Tristan never really let us sleep in on weekends. I smiled to myself as I heard his voice echo from the kitchen.
“Andrew! Can we make pancakes?”
His voice was muffled, but I could still hear the excitement in it. I sighed and pulled myself out of bed, slipping on a robe before heading toward the kitchen. As I neared, I could hear Andrew’s deep, easy laugh,
