"Mm…" Luke groaned in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening.
He stretched his arms and legs, feeling his muscles tense before relaxing.
He glanced out the window and saw that it was already morning.
"You are awake?" a voice came from his left. He turned slowly and found Monica standing there with a smile, her eyes showing she had woken up only moments earlier.
Luke extended his arm toward her and held her wrist. "Come here…" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her close, feeling her warmth seep into his skin.
Monica sighed softly, her body melting against him as she mumbled, "Are you not feeling well, Luke?"
Luke hummed. "No, I am fine… just a little lazy… you know how I have always been."
Monica giggled. "That is why I asked. I cannot remember my dear Luke waking up this early."
A lazy grin spread across Luke's lips as he pinched his mother's waist, making her let out a soft, sweet squeal.
