The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow over the table where Tatian and I were seated. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of buttery croissants, filling the room with a comforting warmth that seemed to perfectly match the mood. We had been up early, both eager to savor a quiet moment before the day's demands began.
Tatian looked radiant, her pregnancy adding a soft glow to her already vibrant presence. She wore a loose, comfortable dress that highlighted the gentle curve of her belly, and her smile was as bright as the morning light. As she reached for a croissant, I watched her with a deep sense of contentment, my heart swelling with affection.
"Everything tastes delicious," she said, taking a bite and closing her eyes in delight. "You've outdone yourself with breakfast, Jasper."
I chuckled, feeling a wave of happiness at her praise. "I'm glad you think so. "
