Quiet Joys

The soft light of early morning spilled through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. The faint aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air, mingling with the subtle scent of toast crisping in the oven. Daisy stood by the stove, her hair pulled back loosely, wearing one of Harry’s oversized sweaters that hung halfway down her thighs. She hummed softly as she flipped the pancakes, enjoying the peaceful rhythm of the morning.

Harry sat at the kitchen table, still in his pajama pants and a worn T-shirt, scrolling through his phone but stealing glances at Daisy. He smiled quietly, feeling an unspoken contentment in watching...