Chapter 59

Abigail stirred as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the room. The warmth of Emma’s body pressed against her, their limbs tangled beneath the sheets. A lazy smile tugged at Abigail’s lips as she blinked her eyes open, her gaze falling on the woman curled up beside her.

Emma was still asleep, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Her dark hair was a mess against the pillow, and the faintest hint of a satisfied smile played on her lips. Abigail resisted the urge to wake her, instead choosing to soak in the moment. Her fingers ghosted over Emma’s bare shoulder, tracing small circles against her warm skin.

A quiet sigh escaped Emma’s lips, and she shifted, pressing herself closer to Abigail’s side. “Mmm, morning already?” she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with drowsiness.

Abigail chuckled softly, her fingers continuing their gentle exploration. “Yeah, but we don’t have to move just yet.”

Emma hummed in approval, nuzzling against Abigail’s collarbone. “Good, because I’m perfectly comfortable right here.”

Abigail tightened her hold, pressing a kiss to the top of Emma’s head. “Me too.”

For a while, they stayed like that, wrapped in warmth and silence, the only sound being the distant chirping of birds outside. The air smelled faintly of the lingering scent of last night’s passion, mixed with the freshness of the morning.

Eventually, Emma cracked one eye open and peered up at Abigail with a mischievous glint. “So… did I wear you out, or do you think you can handle round two?”

Abigail let out a breathless laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

Emma grinned, stretching her limbs lazily before draping herself half on top of Abigail. “Only when it comes to you.”

Abigail rolled her eyes playfully but felt her heart swell at the words. “How about breakfast first? I might need some energy if you’re planning to keep me in bed all morning.”

Emma pouted but then let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. But only because I’m starving.”

With one last lingering kiss, Emma finally rolled out of bed, stretching like a cat before grabbing Abigail’s oversized shirt and slipping it over her frame. “Come on, lover girl,” she teased, tossing Abigail a wink. “I’ll make the coffee if you make the eggs.”

Abigail chuckled, shaking her head as she sat up. “Deal.”

Abigail followed Emma into the kitchen, stretching her arms above her head as she let out a satisfied yawn. 

Emma was already at the coffee maker, humming to herself as she scooped grounds into the filter. Abigail couldn’t help but smile at the sight—Emma, wearing nothing but her oversized shirt, her hair still a tousled mess from sleep, looking effortlessly beautiful.

“Alright, chef,” Emma teased, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smirk. “Let’s see if you can handle breakfast duty.”

Abigail scoffed, stepping up to the stove and grabbing a pan. “Please, I could make eggs in my sleep.”

Emma arched a brow. “Mmm, I dunno. You seemed pretty worn out last night.”

Abigail flicked a bit of water at her, making Emma squeal and swat at her with a dish towel. Laughing, Abigail cracked a few eggs into the pan, the sizzle filling the kitchen. The rich aroma of coffee soon followed, blending with the scent of butter as it melted into the eggs.

As she stirred, Emma fiddled with her phone before tapping the screen. Music filled the kitchen—a bouncy, old-school tune that made Emma’s face light up. She spun around and grabbed Abigail’s free hand, tugging her away from the stove.

“Dance with me,” Emma grinned.

Abigail let out a laugh. “Emma, I’m literally cooking—”

“Eggs can wait!” Emma insisted, twirling Abigail in a quick spin before pulling her close.

Abigail rolled her eyes but didn’t resist, allowing Emma to guide her in an impromptu sway across the kitchen. They moved in sync, their bodies pressed close as the music pulsed around them. Emma twirled again, laughing as Abigail dipped her dramatically, nearly making them both fall over in the process.

“Careful, lover girl,” Emma teased, breathless from giggling. “Wouldn’t want to break your breakfast-making hands.”

Abigail smirked, pulling Emma flush against her. “You’re distracting me, you know.”

Emma bit her lip, tilting her head. “Is that a complaint?”

Abigail groaned, letting her forehead fall against Emma’s. “Never.”

The song changed to something slower, and for a moment, they just held each other, swaying lazily. The world outside didn’t matter—just the warmth between them, the rhythm of their hearts, and the way their laughter lingered in the air like the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

A loud pop from the stove broke the moment, making them both jump. Abigail turned back to find the eggs slightly overdone, and Emma dissolved into another fit of giggles.

“Okay, okay,” Abigail relented, grabbing the spatula. “I admit defeat. But next time, you’re making breakfast.”

Emma slid onto the counter, sipping her coffee as she watched Abigail salvage what she could. “Deal. But only if you keep dancing with me.”

Abigail shot her a sideways glance, shaking her head with a smile. “Always.”