My entry for Crimson1's drabble contest. Hope it goes well!
The prompts were 'sun' or 'son'.
Sarah came in intending to announce her newest discovery, but instead smiled silently at seeing Sam sleeping on the couch, their three-year-old son sprawled out over his chest. One of Sam's arms was thrown over Conner in his sleep. The morning sun was filtering through the blinds and casting gentle beams of light upon the pair, illuminating them and the area around them like a soft spotlight from heaven.
It was a perfect moment.
Sarah's hand reached to stroke her husband's hair softly, and as she kneeled, the other came to rest on her lower belly.
She'd tell him later.