The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the kitchen. Kiara was at the counter, her back to me as she moved gracefully between the cold coffee pot and the mugs. The air was filled with the warm, rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a comforting start to the day.
I watched her for a moment, still marveling at how surreal it felt to call her my wife. The way her hair cascaded down her back, her movements so natural and effortless-it was a sight that never grew old. She turned slightly, catching my gaze, and smiled with that same radiant, knowing smile that always made my heart skip.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice soft but playful.
I stretched, pushing myself up from the table, still half-dazed from a restful sleep. "Morning, love. Need any help?"
She shook her head, a teasing glint in her eye. "I've got it. But I wouldn't mind a little company."
I stepped closer, reaching out to wrap my arm around her waist. My fingers brushed lightly against her bare skin, the warmth of her body a welcome contrast to the coolness of the morning air. As I did, I gently rubbed the side of her stomach, my hand resting there in a familiar, comfortable gesture.
Kiara glanced down at the movement, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Careful, you're distracting me."
I chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. "I can't help it. You're just too beautiful, even in the morning."
She laughed softly, rolling her eyes but clearly enjoying the attention. "You're spoiled, you know that?"
"Just because you're the most stunning woman in the world, how can I not spoil you?" I replied, my lips grazing her skin in a quick kiss.
Kiara set the coffee down and turned toward me, her hands resting on my chest as she looked up at me. "You know, I think I could get used to this."
I grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."
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