My savior

15

Third person pov:

Natasha woke up to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the blinds, casting faint stripes across her room. She rubbed her eyes and swung her legs off the bed, letting her feet touch the cool floor. It was always hard to leave the warmth of her blankets, but she had long since gotten used to the rhythm of early mornings. With a quiet yawn, she stretched before padding softly across the room toward the bathroom.

Once inside, she splashed cold water on her face, chasing away the last remnants of sleep. She stared at her reflection for a moment—her dark hair slightly mussed, her eyes still heavy with the last traces of slumber. She combed her fingers through her hair before grabbing her toothbrush, mentally running through the day's agenda as she went about her routine.

After a quick shower, Natasha stood in front of her closet, pulling out her outfit for the day: a crisp, fitted blazer over a pale blouse, paired with a black skirt. She dressed with methodical efficiency, making sure everything was in place before moving on to the next task: waking her younger brother, Luca.

Her footsteps were soft as she crossed the hallway to Luca's room. She gently nudged the door open and peeked inside. The room was dim, with only the faintest light creeping through the curtains, casting a faint glow over Luca, who was still deeply asleep, curled up under his blankets. Natasha smiled fondly. He was always hard to wake up, a true night owl.

She walked quietly over to his bed, kneeling beside him. "Luc," she said softly, gently shaking his shoulder. "Wake up, come on. You've got school."

Luca groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow, mumbling something incoherent. Natasha chuckled quietly, not letting up. "Luc, come on, it's time to get up," she said again, her voice a little more insistent this time. After a few more nudges and a long, drawn-out groan from Luca, he finally stirred. His eyes cracked open, and he blinked at her sleepily.

"Good morning, Nat," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Good morning, Luc," Natasha replied, brushing a hand through his messy hair as she did most mornings. It was a small gesture, but one that had become a quiet routine between them. After a moment, she patted his leg lightly. "Come on, time to get up and get ready."

Luca nodded slowly, still groggy but compliant. Natasha watched as he sat up, rubbing his eyes before finally swinging his legs off the bed. She stood up and left him to his morning routine, already knowing he'd take his time.

Natasha made her way downstairs, where the familiar sounds of clinking mugs and low voices told her that her older brothers, Adriano and Sebastian, were already up. The kitchen smelled of freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of it wrapping around her like a welcome embrace as she entered the room.

Adriano was at the counter, pouring coffee into a mug as Sebastian sat at the table, his hands wrapped around his own cup, his eyes half-lidded in a sleepy daze. He wasn't much of a morning person either, and Natasha smiled knowingly as she entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Adriano greeted, offering her a warm smile as he handed her a steaming mug of coffee. "Here, I made you some."

"Thanks, Adriano. Good morning to both of you," she replied, taking the cup gratefully. Sebastian nodded in her direction, not bothering with a verbal response, too tired to do more than acknowledge her presence. Natasha didn't mind; she knew how he was before he had his first full cup of coffee.

She took a sip of the dark liquid, savoring the warmth as it slid down her throat. It was smooth and just the right amount of bitter, exactly how she liked it. The kitchen was quiet, save for the occasional clink of mugs and the low hum of the refrigerator. It was a calm, peaceful moment, one of the few she'd have before the rush of the day began.