“Baby…” he says as he enters the room, his footsteps barely making a sound against the soft carpet. His presence fills the space with a gentle warmth, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is a tantalizing invitation to wakefulness. “Are you awake?” he asks. His voice, a soothing balm to my sleepy ears, caresses me, pulling me from the depths of slumber. I stir and my eyelids flutter open, a soft smile gracing my lips as I turn to face him. His eyes sparkle with affection as they meet mine, and the warmth of his gaze envelops me like a comforting embrace. He holds out our mug, a signature to our shared mornings, and I reach out to collect it from his hands. The rich flavorful brew dances on my tongue before I even take a sip. It’s perfect, exactly how I like it on mornings like this. “Thank you very much, Boss,” I murmur, my gratitude louder than my voice. With a sigh of contentment, he sinks into the bed next to me, his movements as smooth and graceful as a dancer’s. As he leans
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