The next morning, I woke up hungry.Early pregnancy ruined my appetite, but when hunger hit, it hit hard.I dragged myself out of bed, planning to find something in the kitchen.The moment I opened the door, I caught the familiar scent of food.Charlie was at the stove, frying eggs with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before.Hearing me, he glanced over his shoulder."You're up?"I nodded, suddenly feeling awkward."Go wash up. It'll be ready in a minute."His words were still brief as ever.However, there was something softer in his tone.When I came out of the bathroom, breakfast was already laid out on the table–fried eggs, toast, milk, and a small plate of fruit.Not much, but everything was neatly prepared, almost delicate."Sit." He gestured to the chair.I obediently sat down and picked up my fork."Last night, you-" I started, then trailed off."Hmm?""Nothing."I lowered my head and focused on eating, not daring to look at him.Charlie d
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