The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the quiet house.
Inside the kitchen, Tristan stood by the counter, carefully cracking eggs into a bowl, though his attention wasn't entirely on the task, a little someone was perched comfortably on his shoulders, her tiny hands resting on his head.
"Shh, be quieter," Tristan whispered, glancing toward the stairs. "Today is your Mom's big day. We want to give her a lovely breakfast in bed, not wake her up."
Leah nodded seriously, placing a finger against her lips. "Okay, Daddy… but you have to sprinkle in the salt or it'll be too bland."
Tristan chuckled under his breath and reached for the salt shaker. "Yes, Chef."
He sprinkled just the right amount, following her instructions like they were sacred rules.
"How do you know how to cook, princess?" he asked, smiling. "Daddy is impressed."
Leah grinned proudly, lifting her chin. "Daddy's princess knows how to do everything."
