HIS FAMILY

Waking up the next day felt like a gentle blessing, an exquisite dawn wrapped in sweetness, beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

As my eyes fluttered open to the golden light streaming through the curtains, a smile crept across my lips, filling the room with warmth.

I turned to find myself alone on our matrimonial bed, the soft sheets still whispering traces of last night's comforting embrace. Roman and I had returned from my parents' place, where our reconciliation had unfolded like a delicate flower, with no remnants of resentment left to overshadow our hearts.

As I adjusted to the morning light, my gaze flickered toward the door just as it swung open. Roman stood there, framed in the doorway, carrying a tray laden with a breakfast feast.