SOPHIA'S POV
The scent of cinnamon and vanilla lingered in the air as I flipped the last pancake onto a plate. Morning light filtered through the kitchen window, bathing the space in a golden glow. It was one of those rare, quiet moments – the kind that made everything else feel distant.
At the table, Alex sat slouched in his chair, blinking sleepily at his plate, while Alexia scribbled away in her notebook, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.
"Are you writing a novel before breakfast?" I teased, setting her plate down.
She grinned up at me. "Just finishing my poem for class."
I arched a brow. “A poem? What’s it about?”
Alexia twirled her pencil between her fingers before answering. "Something important to me."
"And that is…?"
“You and Alex, obviously.”
A warmth spread through my chest, unexpected but welcome. I ruffled her hair before setting the syrup down between them. “I like that answer.”
Alex yawned, finally straightening in his seat. "Are we gonna eat or just talk about fe
