How do you like your toast in the morning
I like mine with a hug
Dark or light the world's all right as long as I get my hug
Gabriella sighed deeply as she rolled over, the warm glow of the sun through the curtains had woken her up. She lifted her arm and gently patted the space beside her, he wasn't there.
"looking for someone?" Troy laughed from his position propping up the doorway, he was carrying a tray. A delicious aroma of French toast filled the room. She smiled and turned to face him, taking in a deep breath filling her senses with the anticipation of the toast.
"Is it really Sunday already?" She asked, staring lovingly at her husband and patting her ever more pregnant stomach. When they were first married he had wanted to show her he could take care of her, now it had become a Sunday morning tradition.
Her smile grew as he sat beside her on the bed, slinging an arm gently across her shoulder as they began to attack the sweet toast before them.
The door creaked slowly open as a head of dark brown curls appeared, sniffing cautiously. She smiled broadly before rushing forward and diving into bed with her parents "Maia Bolton," Gabriella scolded whilst laughing, she gave her mum a small smile before averting her attention to her father who was holding the tray out of her reach. She pouted and began to pull her famous puppy dog eyes at him. One look at his two year old daughter and he began to melt "just like her mother," he said giving in and offering her some toast. Maia grinned wildly as Gabriella looked on chuckling.
Once she had happily munched down a piece she began to annoy her dad, ruffling his hair and poking his arm. He glared at her in pretence and then laughed unable to keep up the act as the two started a poking war. Spying the perfect moment, Gabi reached across her daughter and stealthily grabbed the last piece, before they had quite registered what had happened she had successfully polished it off. She smiled, delighted with her self, failing to notice the looks between the two. Nodding at her father Maia crawled over her mother so they were now positioned on either side.
"Now!" Shouted Troy as they began to tickle her. She began to desperately try to wriggle free, giggling all the time. "Say it," he hissed in her ear.
"Ok, ok," she panted hard, "Troy's French toast is far more superior than my French Toast!" He grinned at her as the tickling seized, "glad to see you're learning!" She laughed, before gasping as the baby kicked against her stomach quite hard. Troy immediately became concerned, she gave him a reassuring smile "I guess this little one just wanted to be part of the action too." He breathed a sigh of relief, he loved her so much and would do anything for her and his daughter. He could hardly believe he had one child let alone comprehend that in a few months he would have another. It scared him to think he was responsible for another human life and that it would soon be two, at 17 when he met Gabi he could barely take care of himself. Sensing his worry, she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and gave him a sweet smile. "We're all in this together," she whispered slowly in his ear. He relaxed and smiled back as the three curled up together on the bed, happy and content, full of French toast.