Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Isabella’s POV

Still half-asleep, I shuffled into the kitchen with a yawn. My disheveled hair and sleepy eyes couldn't hide the love in his gaze as he looked at me. "Good morning, my love," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I replied with a smile, leaning into his embrace. "I hope you're hungry. I'm making your favorite omelette."

He grinned, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. "You spoil me, Bella. But I'm not complaining. Your cooking is the best part of my day."

As I continued to cook, he couldn't resist sneaking a taste of the ingredients. "Mmm, you're a culinary genius. How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife?"

I blushed at the compliment. "Oh, stop it. You're just saying that."

"No, I mean it," he insisted, stealing another kiss. "I'm serious. You're not only an amazing cook, but you're also incredibly beautiful."

I chuckled, brushing off the compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere, mister."

"Oh, I'm not trying to get anywhere. I al