"Mmm… good morning to you too," she purred, arching back into his touch without missing a beat on the omelette.
Sophie turned at the sound, a bright smile lighting up her face. "You're awake. How was your sleep, Stan?"
"It was perfect," he said honestly, stepping between them and wrapping an arm around Sophie's waist too. "Best sleep I've had in years. Waking up to this smell and the two of you… I'm the luckiest man alive."
Sophie's eyes softened with love. She picked up a fork, cut a small, perfect bite of the golden omelette Maya had just finished, and blew on it gently before bringing it to his lips.
"Here. Tell me what you think."
Stan opened his mouth and let her feed him. The flavors exploded on his tongue, buttery, herby, perfectly seasoned. He chewed slowly, savoring it, then swallowed with a satisfied hum.
"It's really good, my love. Like… restaurant quality. You two are spoiling me again."
