unlike most mornings, the chirping birds didn’t wake you up this morning. instead, it was the soft laughter of your daughter, something that brought a smile to your face whenever you heard it. you turned over, and frowned when you didn’t see your husband next to you, he rarely woke up before you.
rolling out of bed, you sauntered down the stairs into the kitchen, where you saw your daughter standing on a chair in front of the counter, stirring pancake batter. your husband was stood next to her, manning the griddle. “do you want blueberries, sweetie?” he asked, speaking quietly since he thought you were still sleeping.
“yes, please, daddy. lots of berries!” she nodded, curly hair bouncing.
“shh, don’t wanna make mommy up, do we?” shawn asked, shushing her giggles slightly. you felt your heart melt at the sight of shawn and your daughter making breakfast, without a care in the world. you cherished moments like this, when shawn didn’t need to impress anyone, where he could just be himself- the loving, hands-on father that made your heart melt.
you snuck back up to bed, and opened a book you had been reading, smiling brightly when your daughter burst into the room a few minutes later, shawn following with a tray of pancakes and coffee in hand.