Olivia stirred awake, the memories of the night before flooding her mind. She blushed deeply, her body still tingling with the reminder of their passion. But as she attempted to sit up, a sharp sting between her legs caused her to wince. "God, I'm sore," she muttered, biting her lip as she adjusted herself slowly.
She glanced around, noticing the empty spot next to her. "Zack? Zack?" she called out softly, her eyes scanning the room. Her shirt from last night was neatly folded on the nightstand, and she slipped it on, feeling its familiar warmth. Just as she was about to get up, the door creaked open, and Zack walked in with a tray of breakfast, a warm smile playing on his lips.
"Good morning, honey," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with affection.
Olivia smiled back, her heart fluttering. "Good morning, Zack."
He placed the tray on the bed and leaned down to give her a quick kiss -his lips brushing softly against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She smiled into the kiss, feeling the tenderness in his touch.
As they pulled apart, Zack sat beside her and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm good... just a little sore," Olivia admitted with a small blush.
Zack's expression changed instantly, his brows furrowing in concern. He reached out and gently wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close. "I'm sorry, baby. I lost control last night. I didn't realize I was hurting you."
Olivia snuggled into his chest, her voice soft but firm. "Zack, you didn't hurt me. You'd never hurt me. It was... perfect."
Zack sighed in relief, a small smile breaking through his worried expression. He kissed her forehead tenderly. "Thank you for saying that, Olivia. You always know how to calm me down."
They settled back onto the bed, the breakfast tray in front of them. "I made your favorite-pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs," Zack said with a playful grin.
Olivias eyes lit up. Youre spoiling me, Zack," she teased, grabbing a piece of bacon and taking a bite. "Mmm, this is so good!"
Zack chuckled, picking up his fork and joining her. "Well, if anyone deserves it, it's you."
As they ate, Olivia couldn't help but giggle at Zack's exaggerated compliments about his cooking. "You should open a restaurant," she joked, nudging him with her elbow.
Zack feigned a thoughtful look. "Maybe I will. 'Zack's Gourmet Breakfasts.' I'll be famous."
"Only if I get free food for life," Olivia shot back, laughing as she stuffed a forkful of pancakes into her mouth
Their lighthearted banter filled the room, both of them basking in the quiet, happy morning they were sharing. Once they finished, Olivia stretched and groaned a bit from her sorenesS.
"I should probably go check on the girls," she said, starting to get up.
"Oh, I've already checked on them," Zack replied with a wink.
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how did that go?"
Flashback ---
Zack had tiptoed into Zivia's room, bracing himself for the usual morning battle. His little girl was tucked under her blankets, completely oblivious to the world. "Zivia, time to wake up, princess," he whispered softly.
No response.
Zack leaned closer, gently nudging her. "Ziviaaa... it's school time."
Zivia groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. "No, Daddy... I don't wanna go to school," she mumbled.
Zack sighed. "You say that every morning, Zivia. Come on, you're gonna be late."
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Zack grabbed the edge of the blanket and dramatically yanked it off, revealing a very grumpy Zivia. "Nooo!" she whined, curling up into a ball.
