You look adorable when you blush
Neil slept through the whole morning, he didn't wake up until it was mid-afternoon. But when his eyes blinked open to the soft light filtering through the glasspanes, he realized he was laying in bed alone without the woman who'd coaxed him to sleep. The thought that she'd left while he was asleep sent him leaping off the bed, almost stumbling in his rush down the stairs.
"Mia?" He thundered, his voice echoing through the house. Panic was starting to send anger through his veins when he heard her singing voice, sweet and familiar, coming from the kitchen and he stopped in his process of opening the door of the house.
With relief flooding his heart, Neil hurried to the kitchen. There she was, standing by the oven, singing softly. Her smile, that same smile he loved and wanted to cherish for as long as he could, greeted him, washing away the anxiety that had gripped him moments before when he'd thought she'd left.