Chapter Fourteen: A Morning Surprise

Chapter Sixteen: A Morning Surprise

Charlotte woke up at exactly six o'clock, stretching before slipping out of bed as quietly as possible. James was still fast asleep, his arm loosely draped over her waist. Careful not to wake him, she slid out from under his hold and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

She wanted to surprise him with breakfast. It was always James taking care of her—spoiling her with extravagant dates, making sure she was comfortable. But today, she wanted to do something for him.

Cooking with Love

Charlotte made her way to the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves. She decided on a simple yet hearty breakfast: fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit. She brewed his favorite coffee, making sure it was just the way he liked it.

By seven o'clock, the food was ready, and the delicious aroma filled the house. She set the table neatly, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

She was just about to plate the last piece of bacon when she heard a deep voice behind her.

"Now, this is a surprise."

Charlotte spun around, startled. James stood in the doorway, his hair slightly messy from sleep, wearing nothing but sweatpants. His gaze moved from her to the food on the table, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

"You weren't in bed," he murmured, stepping toward her. "I thought something happened."

Charlotte wiped her hands on a towel, giving him a soft smile. "I wanted to surprise you."

James wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "You cooking breakfast for me? Now that's a first."

Charlotte nudged him playfully. "You always take care of me. I wanted to do something for you."

James leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead. "You being here is already more than enough."

Charlotte felt warmth spread through her chest.

"Well, at least sit down and eat before it gets cold," she said, pulling him toward the table.

James obeyed, taking a bite of the pancakes. He let out a satisfied groan. "Damn, this is good."

Charlotte grinned. "Glad you approve."

James reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "I do. But next time, wake me up. I'd rather cook with you than wake up alone."

Charlotte's heart swelled at his words.

Maybe love wasn't just in grand gestures or expensive gifts.

Maybe it was in stolen mornings, shared meals, and quiet moments like this—where they simply existed together, happy and at peace.