Morning Routine

Morning arrived with another flick of the on/off switch. Rather than the screams of seagulls, the twittering of melodious birds lulled you back into wakefulness. Amore was stirring too, mumbling about how much she loved you. Outside the window, the water sparkled and glittered like silver, and together you sat in bed in a lazy embrace.

“Ever had breakfast in bed?” You asked and slipped out of your covers, ignoring the complaints coming from the other side. Breastmilk couldn't be all she drank for the rest of her life, no matter how much the thought appealed both to her and you. The stretching on the way to the sliding door was more for your daughter’s benefit than yours. While again reminding you how much better your body felt. Her tenting futahood and sly expression made an impressive argument for you to return, but you smiled at the teen gyaru like only a patient mother could. “Trust me, you’ll love it. Fifteen minutes,” you sealed the promise with a kiss that you threw your girlfriend’s way.

She caught it, shuddering as if it had been a physical projectile, while you took the opportunity to leave.

Even before you arrived in the kitchen, you could hear the catgirl anchor from the local evening news handling the morning show. They must be short-staffed if she had to pull double duty like this, people were still adjusting so hopefully her bosses wouldn’t be working her too hard for much longer. And gave her plenty of scratches behind her ear. As expected, Aurora was up bright and early and sitting at the table when you entered, with an eye and an ear turned toward the TV. Rather than anything normal, her plate was loaded up with the trial cake and pastries you had left downstairs. They were looking as scrumptious as they did yesterday.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, young lady.” You cautioned the second Aurora prepared to open her mouth. You glanced at her to make sure she swallowed, then turned your attention to egg and bacon sandwiches with waffles as the bread. First, a click of butter that began to sizzle within seconds of being dropped in the pan. Then came the bacon and a pair of cracked eggs. And while that waited to cook, you began to prepare the batter. This was bliss.

“I heard everything last night~,” you ignored the teasing tone and simply smiled brightly as you turned around. Aurora’s eyes had a devious gleam that reminded you that she had set everything up and even encouraged her older sister to take the plunge. What an absolute terror of a daughter you had managed to raise somehow. Had she devoted that much effort to politics, you had no doubt she’d be the head of state in a few years. For now though, she had homework. As did Amore, but hers could wait. “As hot as it is all of us fucking each other and pair of you dating, not sure I can think of Amore as my step-mom. So please, don’t make me call her that when you two marry.”

Oh, you hadn’t gotten that far yet. Maybe you should. You let the question linger and deliberately avoided answering it as you popped out your nipples from their hidden sheath. “Would you like some fresh milk in your coffee, sweetie?” Her eyes narrowed with unamused suspicion as she took note of your silence, but didn’t point it out and placed her cup forward and let you squeeze out a few spurts. The rest went into the batter and a pair of glasses of milk. Everything else took a few more minutes as you prepared some other items alongside the waffle sandwiches that you progressively loaded up on the tray when you finished them.

Amore lay splayed on the bed. Her expression was bright when she laid her eyes on you. You couldn’t count the years on your fingers since the last time anyone shared your bed in the morning. But seeing your daughter, waiting for you to slip back down and cuddle and hand fed you breakfast, well, perhaps not that last part right now, was something you had waited far too long for.

“Don’t think either of us can promise to be monogamous. Rather, I’d be disappointed if you were. But I hope we can spend a few days every week together like this.” Your daughter’s kiss was soft and light as she brushed against your lips, leaving you no doubt she felt the same way.