The next morning, the sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains. Celeste stirred, her body cocooned in warmth and comfort she hadn't known in a long while.
Her whole body felt like they were broken and put together again. The deep night rest reset her whole body in a good way.
The chair beside the bed was empty, but a faint scent of coffee filled the air.
She stretched, smiling to herself. When she walked out, she found Dominic in the kitchen, wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants. He held two mugs in hand.
"You made coffee?" she asked, surprised. He always prepares coffee before leaving for work but seeing him without his work attire and two coffees in his hand felt like they already started a family.
She saw pictures of what they could be.
He looked up and gave her that rare, tender smile. "It's not as good as yours, but yes."
She took the mug he handed her and sipped.
"Mmm. It's perfect." She smiled. "As usual."
