Abigail’s POV
The next day was a day of rest to heal from the sickness that filled my heart.
After a night of tossing around in Elle’s bed, I only fell asleep with the weight of Elle’s arms keeping me grounded and Gus’s weight on my legs. I fell asleep to birdsong whispering good morning, and I awoke again to birds singing in joy at the perfect, mild, and sunny day they were blessed with.
I rubbed my eyes to ward off the sleep my body carried, so I didn’t see Elle enter.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Elle said. She brought a labor of love with her that she surely woke up extra early for – blueberry pancakes, two sunny-side-up eggs, toast cut into triangle slices, and a clementine, my favorite.
“Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this?” I genuinely asked. Last night was rough on her too, especially as a person who wasn’t used to living with Momma. I didn’t want her to overwork herself.