Slowly emerging into consciousness curled together with Henry. There is no better way to awaken, no brighter start to a day.

A lot of promises have been made, irrevocable words whispered warm and sweet, gentle ideas to match gentle touches and encompassing embraces in these stolen days away. She wouldn't trade any of them. Wouldn't take a bit of it back, no matter how hasty or hurried. They've toppled into this life-altering thing together and she's holding onto him now, because there's no other choice.

It's not like she can turn off her emotions like they're connected to a light switch.

And when she turns to look at Henry, sleep soft and relaxed, she wouldn't want to. "Good morning." She can't help her smile.