Monica's POV
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee pulled me from sleep the next morning. Opening my eyes, I found Kayla had already transformed the living room into a breakfast paradise. We'd all crashed on mattresses scattered across my living room floor, creating a nest of blankets, pillows, and whispered late-night conversations. There's something magical about spending time exclusively in female company—the freedom, the laughter, the unfiltered conversations.
Austin came bounding into our makeshift slumber party, his little legs carrying him with impressive speed as he dove between us. His infectious giggle filled the room as he bounced from one woman to another, each taking turns cuddling him. The bathroom situation quickly turned chaotic—a single-file line formed while we exchanged sleepy banter and playful jabs like we were back in high school. After getting Austin and myself presentable, we gathered around Kayla's beautifully arranged breakfast spread.
