A brilliant fire
Outfit: Wedding Ring
The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a gentle warmth across the room. Valery moved quietly, her steps careful and deliberate as she carried a tray laden with breakfast: perfectly scrambled eggs, crisp strips of bacon, fresh fruit, a glass of chilled juice, and a steaming cup of caf in his gavoymug. The enticing aromas moved through the air, blending with the serene stillness of the early morning.
Despite the weight of her growing belly in the last trimester of her pregnancy, Valery had forced herself to wake before sunrise. This day was too important to her to sleep through, no matter how much her body begged for rest. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of love, laughter, battles fought side by side, and a family that had become her greatest joy. This day was everything.
With the tray balanced carefully in her hands, she nudged the bedroom door open with her hip and stepped inside. Her amber eyes softened at the sight of Kahlil still asleep, his broad frame relaxed under the blankets, his features peaceful in the soft morning light. Even after all these years, her heart swelled just looking at him.
Valery moved closer, setting the tray down gently on the bedside table before perching herself on the edge of the bed. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his hair in a gentle, affectionate gesture.
"Good morning, my love," she whispered, her voice as soft as the dawn itself. Her lips curved into a tender smile as she leaned down to press a kiss to his temple. "Happy anniversary."
She leaned back slightly, resting a hand on her belly as she watched him stir. Her other hand reached for the tray, ready to show him the surprise she'd prepared. She wanted this moment to be perfect — a quiet celebration of everything they had built together and everything still to come.