Song Rec'd — Bloom — Agyila.
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I turn away from him and stick the under-eye patches on, and I hear him chuckle.
"What?" I ask, glancing back.
"Nothing, honestly…" He raises his hand in surrender and leans against the counter again.
"You look stressed," I say, grabbing the pack of under-eye patches and walking over to him.
His eyes are starting to show dark bags, and I can understand why.
Every morning, Castiel rises before dawn, a ritual I've come to admire. By 4 AM, he's already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for Reese and me. The sound of pots clanging and the smell of fresh pancakes waft through the house, rousing me from my sleep. By 5 AM, he's busy packing lunches—Reese's for school and mine for work—moving efficiently and purposefully. I often find him in the midst of chaos, expertly managing to get ready for the day while I prepare Reese.
