Hailey's POV

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and Evans' arm around my waist.

We had fallen asleep on the living room couch last night after talking for hours, about us, about our marriage and about starting fresh with no more lies..

Evans stirred beside me. His eyes opened and he smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Wilson."

"Good morning," I whispered.

He kissed my forehead and got up. "I will make you breakfast."

"You? Cook?" I laughed. "This I have to see."

Twenty minutes later, I was eating slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs that were somehow both runny and dry at the same time. But Evans looked...