Chapter 393 : The Perfect Home

*Lauren*

The sizzle of bacon snapped me out of sleep, and I inhaled the rich smell of coffee mingling with the sweet scent of maple. My limbs felt heavy, but the promise of breakfast lured me from the comfort of my bed.

My morning sickness was finally starting to fade and I couldn’t have been happier about it. I felt like I hadn’t eaten breakfast in ages and was looking forward to it more than I’d expected.

We were still searching for a new place that could be ours, but Lucas spent every night here with me in the meantime. Padding across the cool hardwood floor, I found Lucas at the stove, his dark hair a mess from sleep, the muscles of his back shifting under his shirt as he cooked.

"Morning," I murmured, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. I breathed in, taking in his scent. He always smelled amazing no matter what time of day. I think I was just drawn to his natural smell.