* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW *“Hey… good morning,” Slade said, walking into the bedroom. He placed a heavy tray on the nightstand, the aroma of fresh coffee and butter filling the room.This was rare for us — eating in bed.“Breakfast in bed, huh?” I said, sitting up against the headboard. As he sat down beside me, I leaned in and pecked his lips. “Good morning.”He laid the tray between us, overflowing with golden-brown waffles and croissants, a bowl of fresh berries, and scrambled eggs topped with a garnish of chives.“Are the kids awake?” I asked, reaching for my coffee.“Yeah, a long time ago,” he replied with a smirk.I laughed. Apparently, when it comes to the weekend, they know how to wake up at the crack of dawn all by themselves. During the weekdays, when it’s time for school, they become the world’s most stubborn anchors, buried deep under their duvets. Sometimes it’s hard to drag them out.We dug into breakfast, talking about everything and nothing. When I bit into my buttery
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