As Zinnia stepped into their house, her shoulders relaxed slightly, feeling the familiar atmosphere that had been missing during her stay at the hospital. Samuel followed closely behind, carrying her bags and placing them gently on the table near the entrance.
"I'm going to take a shower first," Zinnia said, her voice light but tired. "I didn't really get the chance while I was at the hospital."
Samuel nodded, watching her with soft eyes. "Of course. Take your time. You deserve it after everything."
Before she could walk away, he added, "What do you want for breakfast? We haven't eaten anything yet since leaving the hospital."
Zinnia stopped, glancing back at him, surprised. It wasn't like Samuel to ask her what she wanted to eat; in fact, it had always been her preparing their meals. She had gotten so used to that dynamic that hearing him ask threw her off.