The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. I stirred awake, the peaceful haze of sleep still clinging to me, and stretched lazily under the soft covers.
For a moment, I relished the quiet, the stillness of the early morning, before the faint sound of giggles drifted through the air.
I blinked, pushing myself up on my elbows, just as the door creaked open. The sight that greeted me made my heart swell.
Seraphine stood in the doorway, a tray balanced carefully in her hands. On the tray were two steaming cups of tea, a plate of buttered croissants, and a small bowl of fresh fruit.
But what truly melted me were the twins, toddling alongside her, each holding onto the edge of her shirt for balance.
"Good morning, my love," Seraphine said, her voice soft and warm. "I thought you deserved a little breakfast in bed."
