Missed Mummy and Daddy

Mira stirred awake as the soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She shifted slightly, the comforting pressure of a strong arm still wrapped securely around her. Zamian was there beside her, his warmth radiating against her skin. His presence, solid and unwavering, always made her feel safe.

"Good morning, love," his deep, velvety voice rumbled softly, breaking the morning silence like a gentle caress.

Mira's cheeks flushed instantly, a rosy tint spreading across her skin. Her heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, the way it always seemed to ground her in that perfect moment. Turning her head slowly, she met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes matching the tenderness in his words. Her lips curved into a shy smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Good morning to you too," she replied, her voice quiet but filled with warmth, her gaze holding his for a moment longer than necessary.