Gemotions

"Freshly baked," Leo called out from the kitchen, the words a joyous exclamation. He placed the basket on the table, noticing the flowers first. A mixture of wildflowers, tied with a simple ribbon. No name attached, just the vibrant colors and sweet fragrances. He felt his lips curve up into a wide grin.

He pulled up a chair and looked at the flowers. He felt a profound sense of well-being, a contentment that settled deep within his chest. He took a sip of his coffee. The taste was perfect. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with a palpable sense of warmth. He decided to send a text to his mom.