Chapter 61

(Emily's POV).

"Morning, Mrs. Johnson. Breakfast is ready."

Mike's voice was the first thing I heard, soft and warm, coaxing me out of the last remnants of sleep. I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room.

For a second, I thought I was still dreaming. Mike, standing beside our bed with a tray of breakfast in his hands, was not something I woke up to every day.

"Did you make this?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep, disbelief coloring my words.

Mike grinned, setting the tray on my lap as I sat up against the headboard.

"Who else would it be?" He winked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I’m a man of many talents, especially when it comes to taking care of my beautiful wife."

I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The gesture was small but full of gratitude.

“Thank you,” I whispered against his mouth, savoring the warmth of his skin and the familiar scent of him—clean, w