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Chapter' 1

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Celia's Pov

Bright light from the sun seeps through the creme coloured curtain, the warmth and comfort of the sheet's fill me as I begin to wake up.

To my right, I feel a warm body with light snores from them. Looking over with my eyes slighly squinted, I see the sleeping face of the
man I love. With cream skin, gorgeous brown eyes hidden from the world, lips with a slight pout. Making me smile.

My smile slowly starts to turn into a small frown as I fully look at him. With clothes still on from work.

He was probably too tired to change.

I sit up carefully and look around our room, light of the sun coming through our bedroom window, providing a warm light that always feel like home.

I look at the bedroom's floor to see, his shoes and socks all over the floor, his work bag tossed to the side.

I can't begin to count how many time's I've woken up to a view like this.

I take a deep breathe and get up. As my feet touch the cold floor I've come to used too, I see the view of the kitchen. I see my claw clip on the kitchen table and put my hair up. As I prepare breakfast with light music coming from the speakers, I feel two strong arms wrap around me.

"Hey love, good morning" Joseph says, his face in the crook of my neck.

"Good morning baby" I say with a light smile.

I feel him sway me just a little bit, from side to side. We both hear little paws running to where we stand and we see our puppy. Joseph unwraps himself from me and goes to scrach duke on his head.

"Hey buddy, goodmorning. Did you keep mummy bussy while i was gone" My husband says with a gentle voice.

Duke look's up at Joseph and barks with joy. I lean on the kitchen counter and look at my family.

It's one of these moments that I always cherish the most. Just the three of us, with the sun giving us warmth, the light music from the speaker's, the smell of breakfast, and a smile on all of our faces.

𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.

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