The morning came with distant birdsong beyond the sounds of rain against the windows. The couple sat across from one another at the table over a simple breakfast of soft scrambled eggs, toast, and mini pancakes that Ari woke up early to make. Neither of them stayed awake long enough to have dinner so she made up for it in the morning. It wasn't anything fancy but it was made with love. Something her deceased mother would argue was the most important thing.
She was in the middle of a bite of bacon when the phone in her skirt pocket rang. Her brows drew together at the unfamiliar number lighting up the screen. Breakfast was ditched in favor of answering the phone and clicking it onto the speaker mode.
"Um, hello?" Ari asked warily.
"Hello sweety. It's your mom." Ari's mother said through the phone.
Alaric playfully nudged her foot from beneath the table, taking a bite out of his breakfast croissant.
