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WILLOW'S POV

The morning sun streams through the curtains, I waje up with an inexplicable sense of joy. The soft warmth of the blankets cling to me, and a gentle breeze play with the curtains. I stretch my body, feeling the day ahead hold promises of happiness. Glancing at the clock, I realize it is still early, and I decide to start the day by sharing my positive energy with my husband.

I tiptoe into the room where Luciano was hunched over his laptop, deeply engrossed in his work. The soft tapping of the keys fill the room, but I can see the furrowed brow that hinted at the concentration he was putting into whatever project he was working on.

"Good morning, Luci," I greet, trying not to disturb the rhythm of his typing. He looks up at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes, followed by a warm smile.

"Hey there, early bird," he replies, closing the laptop with a deliberate click. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

I walk over and perch on the edge of the desk, giving him a quick peck o