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A spill of morning gold paints the rumpled sheets, the light finding the slope of your shoulder as you shift awake. The air is sweet with the scent of chocolate and hot pancakes. Franklin sits on the edge of the bed, a tray steadied on his knee, his eyes soft and focused entirely on you. 'Good morning, my love,' he murmurs, the words a low caress. He leans in, his lips pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. When he draws back, a slow, knowing smirk ghosts across his mouth. 'How did you sleep? You must be tired from last night.'