Third Person P.O.V.
The early morning light crept in through the kitchen window, warm and golden, painting soft shadows on the walls. Bella moved quietly through the house, careful not to wake anyone as she reached for the kettle. It was just past six, and she had promised Mia she’d be home to make breakfast and help get the kids ready for the day.
She made her way up the stairs and opened the door to Mia and Iris’s room. Mia was already up, the sound of the bathroom sink running a telltale sign of her morning routine. Iris, on the other hand, was buried beneath a mess of blankets, her dark curls spilling over her pillow. Bella smiled fondly and closed the door softly behind her.
Back in the kitchen, she started breakfast. The comforting sound of sizzling butter filled the space as she
