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Blake woke up the next day with Arthur's arms wrapped snugly around her waist. His warmth enveloped her, and she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against her back as he slept. She smiled softly, savoring the peaceful moment before gently turning around to face him. She moved with the utmost care, not wanting to disturb his slumber.

Arthur's mouth was slightly open, his dirty blonde hair falling adorably over his eyes. His features were relaxed, and he looked so serene that Blake couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. She spent a few minutes simply watching him, her heart swelling with love for the boy lying next to her.

After about five minutes of soaking in their cozy position, Blake carefully extricated herself from his embrace, replacing her spot with a pillow to ensure he stayed comfortably asleep. She grabbed her phone and left the room, checking for notifications. One was from Lando.

You're going later, right? the message read. Blake frowned, trying to recall what the occasion was.

Later, later, later... what exactly do I have later?

She typed out a response, her brows still furrowed as she did, asking Lando what the event was. She genuinely tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. Placing her phone on the counter, Blake started preparing breakfast for herself and Arthur. She cracked open four eggs, whisking them in a bowl with a pinch of salt and pepper, then heated a pan on the stove.

As the eggs sizzled in the pan, she heard the bedroom door creak open and light footsteps approaching. She turned her head, looking back at the pan making sure the eggs didn't burn.

"Morning, baby. I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Blake greeted as Arthur dragged his feet taking a seat at the counter, looking adorably tousled and half-asleep.