He tolerated mornings because they always began the same way.
With Mia.
The alarm had been ringing for a minute before he reached over to silence it, careful not to wake the girl curled impossibly close against his chest. She nuzzled deeper into him as though even unconscious she knew exactly where she belonged.
Theo smiled to himself.
“Morning love” he whispered, brushing his lips against the top of her head.
She hummed in response, one arm tightening around his waist.
“Five more minutes.”
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“I mean another five.”
“You always mean another five.”
She cracked one eye open, a grin already forming.
“And you always let me have them.”
“I know.”
“You spoil me.”
“I absolutely do.”
His fingers lazily traced circles over her back beneath the oversized T-shirt she’d stolen from him months ago and never given back. Not that he minded. He secretly loved seeing her disappear into his clothes, sleeves hanging over her hands while she wandered around their flat making tea or reading by the window.
Everything looked better when it belonged to her.
Mia finally lifted her head enough to look at him.
“What?”
Theo simply stared for a moment.
“What?”
“I’m just looking at you.”
“You’ve seen me before.”
“I know.”
“So why are you smiling like that?”
“Because I still can’t believe you’re real.”
Her cheeks warmed instantly.
“Theo…”
“No, I’m serious.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a tenderness that came as naturally as breathing. “I wake up every morning and you’re here.”
“I do live here.”
“I know.”
“You pay half the rent.”
“I know.”
“You watched me accidentally set the toaster on fire last week.”
“I remember.”
“And yet…”
“And yet I still think you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
She laughed quietly, hiding her face against his shoulder.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m in love.”
“That’s your excuse?”
“It’s my explanation.”
He tipped her chin upward with two fingers, waiting until her eyes met his. There was something about the way she looked at him—completely trusting, completely comfortable—that made the rest of the world disappear.
“I love you,” he said simply.
Because every time he looked at her, the words found their way out before anything else could.
Mia smiled so brightly it made his chest ache.
“I love you too.”
Theo leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Then her nose.
One cheek.
The other.
Her jaw.
“Mhm,” she laughed, trying unsuccessfully to push him away. “Someone’s affectionate today.”
“I’m affectionate every day.”
“You are.”
“I’m making up for all the kisses I couldn’t give you while we were asleep.”
He pulled her impossibly closer until there wasn’t even an inch of space between them.
“If I could,” he murmured against her hair, “I’d spend every morning exactly like this.”
“What, being late for work?”
“Being with you.”
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
The world outside could wait.
There were errands to run, owls to answer, responsibilities waiting beyond the walls of their little flat.
None of it mattered just yet.
Not when Mia was tangled in his arms, smiling at him like he’d hung every star in the sky.