Xander Being Supportive

Zara's POV

TICK TICK TICK TICK!

Keeping the comb on the dressing table, I stretched my hand to shut the buzzing alarm clock.

Unlike the usual days, I made sure to keep an early hour alarm clock. However, the thought of my mother undergoing surgery had me awake at 5:00 AM, one hour before the alarm.

I gave a final glance at myself in the mirror. Grabbing a red scarf, along with my purse, I went downstairs to have my breakfast.

After keeping my purse and scarf on the sofa chair of the living room, I went toward the dining table. My hastily moving feet stopped abruptly when I saw a hefty man with his back facing me on the dining table.

“Xander? Xander would usually have breakfast early and leave for the office earlier but he was having breakfast.” I thought to myself.

I had always found myself alone on the dining table for breakfast but this was the first time seeing my husband having breakfast.

My feet didn't budge to move. Just a glimpse of Xander's presence reiterated last night's tho