Wake in Layla's arms

Birds.

Ethan wakes to the chirping of birds.

For a moment, he doesn't know where he is, feeling something very warm and soft against him. Opening his eyes, it all comes flooding back.

Layla.

She's next to him, holding him, her eyes closed, still sound asleep. Looking at her now, this close, this beautiful, makes something in Ethan stir. He breaths, sharply, the noise making her eyes flutter open.

She looks at him, her eyes bright blue and gleaming. "Ethan..." she smiles, her face lighting up to match those gorgeous eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning." He kisses her, doing what feels right.

After a small 'good morning' session of kissing, the two pull apart, deciding that both of them need showers. Ethan flirts with the idea that they could shower together, but Layla votes, playfully, noting that if they don't try to start the day properly they'll both be behind.

She showers first, quickly, Ethan notes, justifying it by saying "She'll need more time to get herself together."

Ethan's shower runs longer, but he tries to keep it concise. While the water beats down on him, he reflects on his life choices. A lot has happened the past couple of weeks, and now this...

Getting out of the shower, he gets dressed in his clothes from yesterday, now clean and dry, before heading downstairs.