Chapter Thirteen: Morning with James
The soft scent of coffee and warm pastries drifted through the bedroom as Charlotte stirred beneath the covers. A gentle touch brushed against her cheek, followed by the deep, familiar voice that had become her comfort.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," James murmured, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Charlotte groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes…"
James chuckled. "If you don't get up, I'll just have to carry you."
Charlotte peeked one eye open, meeting his amused gaze. "You wouldn't dare."
James smirked. "Try me."
Before she could protest, he scooped her up effortlessly, lifting her into his arms. Charlotte squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her out of bed.
"James! Put me down!" she laughed, kicking her feet slightly.
"Nope," he said smugly, walking toward the dining area. "You need to eat."
Breakfast with Love
James finally set her down at the table, where a beautiful breakfast spread was waiting—freshly made waffles, eggs, fruit, and, of course, coffee.
Charlotte blinked in surprise. "You did all this?"
James poured her a cup of coffee, sliding it toward her. "I had some help," he admitted. "But I made the coffee myself."
Charlotte smirked, taking a sip. "Mmm… not bad."
James raised an eyebrow. "Not bad? I woke up early for this."
She giggled, taking another sip before reaching for a piece of waffle. "Okay, okay. It's great."
James leaned back in his chair, watching her with a satisfied expression. "Good. Because I want us to have more mornings like this."
Charlotte paused, looking at him. There was something different in his tone—something deeper.
"Just us?" she asked softly.
James reached across the table, taking her hand. "Just us."
A warm feeling spread through her chest. This wasn't just about breakfast. It was about the life they were building together.
And for once, Charlotte felt like she truly belonged.