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THE morning light peeked gently into the room, slipping through the white curtains that swayed lazily with the breeze. Vivian stirred faintly, her lips parting as she let out a small yawn. She turned slightly to the right, reaching out a hand, expecting to find warmth beside her
But her palm met only the cool sheet.
Her eyes shot open. The other side of the bed was empty, neatly arranged as though no one had been there. She sat up with a start, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and blinking rapidly to shake away sleep.
“Babe?” her voice croaked, still husky from slumber. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned again, then looked toward the bathroom door. “Babe, are you there p>
Silence replied.
She swung her legs off the bed, her bare feet brushing against the rug, Slowly, she padded toward the bathroom, calling again.
“Adrian? Babe, answer me p>
Her knuckles tapped softly against the door, then, when there was still no response, she pushed it open. Empty. No steam. No sound of running water. Not even a drop in the sink to suggest it had been used that morning.
Vivian frowned, scratching her head lightly.
“Has he left already? Without telling me?” she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.
She quickly picked up her toothbrush, squeezed paste onto it, and brushed her teeth. As she rinsed her mouth and wiped her face with the towel, her mind kept racing.
“He wouldn’t just leave, would he? On my first morning here? No, no… Adrian isn’t that careless p>
Still grumbling softly to herself, she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. The room was filled with morning warmth now, the sun hitting the cream curtains, making the place look bright and alive. Vivian walked over to the nightstand to grab her phone, sighing as she thought of calling him p>
But just then, the door opened.
Her head snapped around.
There was Adrian, stepping inside with a broad smile plastered across his face, carrying a tray of food. Toast, omelette, cheese neatly cut in cubes, and a steaming mug of tea that scented the air immediately.
Vivian’s jaw nearly dropped.
“Hey, you,” Adrian greeted, his voice warm as he walked up to the bed. “You are up p>
Vivian just stared at him, unable to process what she was seeing. Her lips parted, and she stuttered.
“Yeah… yeah, babe p>
Adrian tilted his head, amused.
“What is that look for? You look like you have just seen a ghost p>
“Is… is everything alright?” she asked cautiously, her voice a mixture of suspicion and disbelief.
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He chuckled, lowering the tray onto the bed carefully.
“Of course. Everything is fine. Come on, sit. Eat before your breakfast gets cold p>
Vivian’s eyes twitched, her hand flying to her chest.
“Are you… are you serious right now? Breakfast… in bed? For me p>
He laughed, the sound rich and genuine.
“Of course. Anything for my baby p>
Her heart fluttered.
“Oh my God…” she gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my goodness, Adrian! You are serious? You really made me breakfast p>
He smiled softly, taking her hand to guide her toward the bed.
“Yes, now sit. Don’t make me regret it by staring at me all morning p>
Vivian immediately sat, eyes wide, still unable to believe what she was seeing. She watched eagerly as Adrian set the tray properly before her, arranging the cutlery.
Toast, golden-brown and crisp. Omelette, fluffy with bits of tomato and onion peeking through. Cubes of soft cheese. And the steaming tea that seemed to beckon her nose closer.
“Wow…” she whispered. “I can’t believe this. Babes, thank you.
“You are welcome,” he said, smiling. “I felt I should do this. A proper welcome, don’t you think p>
Her smile spread across her face as she picked up the fork and knife. She took the first bite, closing her eyes in delight.
“Mmm! I didn’t know you could cook p>
Adrian smirked, taking pride in her reaction.
“There is a lot you don’t know about me, and you think you do p>
“Apparently,” she said, chuckling as she reached for another bite. “This is so good, baby. Honestly. You could put restaurants out of business p>
He laughed, shaking his head.
“Don’t exaggerate p>
“I’m not!” she protested, her cheeks puffed as she chewed happily. “I mean it. This is… oh my God p>
Her eyes then drifted to the steaming tea.
“And this tea p>
“That tea,” Adrian said firmly, “make sure you drink all of it. I prepared it specially for your condition p>
Vivian’s lips curved into the softest, most tender smile. She touched her belly absentmindedly, her eyes misting slightly.
“You are just too sweet,” she whispered.
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“Not sweet,” Adrian corrected, his tone gentler now. “Just careful. You are carrying something precious. I need to take care of you p>
Her heart swelled so much she thought it might burst. She reached across the tray, taking his hand in hers.
“You don’t know how happy this makes me, babe. I can’t believe this is my life now p>
Adrian smiled faintly, squeezing her hand before pulling back.
“Eat, Vivian. You need it p>
She obeyed, eating with renewed joy, humming softly as she munched. Between bites, she teased him about having hidden talents. He teased her right back, saying she looked funnier chewing than talking. They both laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth.
When she was halfway through her plate, she glanced at him suddenly.
“But wait… aren’t you supposed to be at the office? You are not skipping work for me, are you p>
Adrian leaned back, relaxed.
“I will be a little late, but I will go eventually. I already called Peter, he knows what to do p>
Her eyes softened even more.
“So you are breaking protocols… for me p>
“Not protocols,” he said with a small shrug. “Just rearranging priorities p>
Vivian gasped dramatically, placing her hand over her chest.
“Oh my goodness. Did you just say that? Babe, you are going to make me cry p>
He chuckled. “Don’t cry. Just eat p>
She laughed, shaking her head as she popped another cube of cheese into her mouth.
“You don’t know how happy I am right now, Adrian. You are spoiling me already. Breakfast in bed, breaking rules at work… what is next? A personal serenade p>
“Don’t push it,” he said, smirking.
Vivian giggled, clapping her hands together as she continued eating, her joy almost too much to contain. Every bite seemed tastier than the last, every sip of tea warmer than the one before.
By the time she set her fork down and leaned back against the headboard, her plate empty, she sighed in
contentment.
“I think this is the happiest breakfast I have ever had in my entire life p>
Adrian shook his head, amused.
“It is just food, Vivian p>
“No,” she corrected him softly, meeting his gaze with her glowing eyes. “It is love. That is what it is. And I’m so, so thankful p>
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Cedella
Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.