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Aureli moved in her sleep, slowly waking up as she felt soft, warm breaths against her ear. She could hear a low, soothing voice, speaking words she couldn't quite make out yet. As she became more conscious, she recognized the familiar sound of Franco's gentle Spanish accent.

"Buenos días, mi amor," Franco whispered softly, his voice velvety and tender. "Feliz Día de San Valentín, hermosa."

(Good morning, my love.)
(Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful.)

He was lying beside her, his fingers gently running through her long, blonde hair, carefully untangling the strands as if they were made of silk. She sighed, feeling the comfort of his presence, and slowly opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with a warm smile. Franco's dark eyes twinkled, and there was a look of pure adoration on his face.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. She smiled up at him, her cheeks warming a bit under his gaze. "You're up early."

"I wanted to be the first thing you saw this morning," he said, his smile widening. "I've got big plans for you today, cariño."

(Sweetheart)

Aurelia chuckled softly, the sound barely louder than a whisper. "Oh, yeah? What kind of plans?"

He leaned closer, brushing his lips gently against her forehead, and then the tip of her nose, before he answered. "Plans to spoil you," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But first, let me take care of you, okay?"

Aurelia's eyes softened, and she nodded, letting herself relax under his touch. Franco was always sweet, always attentive, but today felt different—extra special. He was careful around her, always, understanding her need for space and respecting her boundaries without question. It was one of the things she loved most about him, even if she hadn't said those words out loud yet.

She watched as he got up, sliding out of bed and moving to the kitchen, leaving her blankets. "Stay there, no peeking," he called over his shoulder, and she laughed a little, already feeling lighter than she had in a while.

A few minutes later, Franco returned, carefully balancing a tray with breakfast: pancakes topped with fresh strawberries, a small cup of whipped cream, and a mug of her favorite tea. There was also a single red rose resting on the side of the tray.

"For you, Aurelia," he said, setting the tray down in front of her and giving a small, proud smile. "Because you deserve to be taken care of."

Aurelia's eyes widened a little at the sight. "You did all this... for me?"

"Of course," he said, sitting beside her on the bed. "Every day with you is special, but today, I wanted to make sure you felt it."

She felt her heart flutter, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. Her fingers played with the edge of the blanket, nervousness creeping in. It was still strange, sometimes, to be treated this way. To have someone care so deeply without expecting anything in return. "Thank you, Franco," she said finally, her voice soft and sincere. "Really. This means a lot."

Franco's expression softened, and he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "I'm just getting started, mi vida," he said. "Eat, then we're going out."

(My life)

She arched a brow. "Going out? Where?"

"Somewhere nice," he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "It's a surprise."