Lukas woke before the sun was fully in the sky. The sky outside was slowly brightening as the sun rose over the horizon.
The room was still a bit dark, and the light outside the window was pale and thin.
Melody was asleep beside him, her white hair spread across the pillow.
He leaned over and pressed a quiet kiss to her temple, then slipped out of bed without disturbing her.
He moved to the bathroom, and after his activities there, put on fresh clothes.
He moved through the morning routine quickly and made his way to the kitchen, tying the apron around his waist and getting the stove going.
The aroma of his cooking quickly spread through the house gradually, building into something hard to ignore.
And just like he'd expected, it didn't take long for Melody to appear in the kitchen doorway.
She yawned, her eyes still soft with sleep, and her hair loose around her shoulders. "What are you making?"
