He glides his finger down her cheek and she giggles shyly. Their baby is stirring in his crib and soon the morning air will be a muddle of his joyful gurgles.
Sunlight streams gently through the drapes, lighting up their eager faces. Eyes are glowing as they gaze tenderly, savouring the quietude of the early hour. He takes her hands devoutly in his and then bolts from the bed suddenly.
"Last one to the bathroom is a rotten egg!", he shouts, running.
She's laughing hysterically at the spectacle. Then she yells after him, "First one in has to change the baby!"
Their tiny house is filled with laughter even as the baby starts to cry.
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