Ava’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the hotel room curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed. I stirred awake, stretching my limbs as the soft rays nudged me from the depths of sleep. My first instinct was to reach for Andrew, who lay beside me, his face relaxed in slumber. I smiled, feeling grateful for the peaceful morning. Days like this were a rarity, and I wanted to savor every moment.
“Andrew,” I whispered, gently shaking him. “It’s time to wake up.”
He groaned, turning away from me, his tousled hair creating a messy halo around his head. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.
“Come on! We have to video call Tristan,” I urged, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing our son’s face. The separation was always tough, but video calls made it a little easier.
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