Emma’s day can start in one of two ways. On some days, Felix jumps on her bed at five o’clock in the morning and she is prompted to get up to feed him. On other days, if Victor has gotten up and fed Felix before five o’clock, her alarm wakes her up at six o’clock and she gets up to head downstairs for breakfast.
On good days, Victor would have a full English breakfast ready for her. If her alarm couldn’t get her up, it would be the smell of bacon cooking.
Victor would grin at her in his ridiculous, pink, kiss the chef apron, whenever she burst into the kitchen, practically rabid for bacon. His eyes may lo