Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, warming Amelia's face as she hummed along to the radio. She flipped the pancake effortlessly, a wide grin plastered across her features. Everything was perfect; the smell of breakfast, the gentle breeze, the prospect of the day. A quiet clink sounded from the bedroom. “Honey, are you up?” she called, her voice bright.

He emerged, tousled hair and a sheepish smile. "Morning," he mumbled, reaching for the coffee. Amelia noticed the phone clutched in his hand, its screen dark. His usual morning routine didn't involve checking the device before facing her. "Rough night?" she asked, her smile never wavering.

“Yeah, a bit,” he replied, avoiding eye contact as he sat. Amelia placed a perfect stack of pancakes in front of him, feeling a bubbly excitement coursing through her veins. He was *hers*, truly. The simple joy of it was overwhelming. The phone could wait. Today was about them.