Davina's POV
The next morning, I awakened to Cooper's gentle humming drifting from the living room, his cheerful melody about trucks and dinosaurs filling the quiet apartment.
6:30 a.m. glowed on the clock face. What has him awake this early?
Yesterday's exhaustion weighed heavy on my limbs, yet Cooper's infectious laughter acted like a magnet, drawing me from beneath the covers.
I had mentioned to him yesterday that Louise Jenkin served as my supervisor—not exactly a falsehood, though not the complete truth either.
Matter settled.
Padding barefoot across the floor, I discovered him sprawled on the carpet, dark curls tousled from sleep, guiding a crimson toy vehicle along the rug's surface.
"Good morning, sweetheart. What has you awake so early?" I murmured, my voice thick with sleep yet tender with affection.
