Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a cozy soundtrack to a lazy Saturday morning. Inside, Clara wrapped herself in a blanket, sipping hot chocolate. She adored these days when she and Ben could simply stay home. The only sounds in the apartment were the rhythmic drumming of the rain and Ben in the kitchen.

Suddenly, he emerged, holding two mugs of coffee. "Buenos días," he said, his voice hesitant.

Clara, completely surprised, nearly choked on her drink. She set the mug down and watched him, feeling a wave of something akin to pure joy wash over her.

He sheepishly grinned. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile appearing on her face. "You've been up to something."

He handed her the coffee. She felt a lightness in her chest she hadn't felt in a while.