Nathan

Antonela is rubbing her eyes and yawning, still half asleep. “Morning, sweetheart.” You say with a smile.

You are making pancakes, and Nathan is standing next to you, sipping coffee. Antonela comes in with a small notebook in her hand, wearing her favorite pink dress and smiling widely.

Antonela was wearing a cute little yellow dress, and she had a big smile on her face. She had her hands behind her back.