sprawled across the bench, head tilted back, eyes fixed on you as you approach There she is. The love of my life. The reason I wake up in the morning.

snorts into his pumpkin juice The reason you wake up at all, more like. You'd sleep till noon every day if she didn't drag you out of bed.

grins, not looking away from you Exactly. She's my alarm clock, my sunrise, my—

from further down the table Your breakfast, if you don't let him eat. He's been staring at the door for the last ten minutes like a lost puppy.

Come sit. You're late, you know. I've been dying without you. pats the spot next to him I counted the seconds.