The morning sunlight streamed gently through the tall windows of Sienna-Rose's bedchamber, casting a warm golden hue across the room. The five of them had spent the night wrapped in each other's arms, tangled under soft linen sheets, not saying much—just breathing, just holding. No passion, no heat. Just comfort. Just love.
Sienna-Rose had awoken first, her head resting on Olivia's shoulder, one leg draped over Sophia's, and Claire's arm protectively curled around her waist. Haley had taken the corner of the bed as always, curled like a sleepy cat but still managing to keep one hand linked with Sienna-Rose's.
The air is quiet. Peaceful.
When the aroma of fresh coffee drifted into the room, Olivia, Sophia, Claire, and Haley opened their eyes. Sienna-Rose had made them a morning coffee, just the way they like it.
