peasant wife

AARON’s POV

As the first rays of dawn streaked through the curtains, I groggily pulled myself out of bed, my mind still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose. Stretching, I slipped into my slippers and followed the inviting aroma to the kitchen.

There she was, Bella, standing by the kitchen counter with a bright smile on her face. In her hands, she held my favorite mug, filled to the brim with steaming hot coffee.

The sight of her, looking so radiant and welcoming, made the morning haze disappear.Her eyes sparkled as she extended the cup toward me.

“You’re up earlier than me today,” I commented.

"Morning, Aaron," she greeted, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "I thought you might need a little boost to start your day."

Gratefully, I accepted the cup, letting the warmth of the coffee seep into my hands. I took a sip, enjoying how great it tasted.

Bella leaned against the counter, her gaze fixed on me. I knew that look; she had