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Yasha carefully got up and walked out of the room as silently as possible, mindful of her wife who was still sleeping and who had already somehow started to starfish out in the bed, taking up as much space as possible.
The usually loud house was silent except for Yasha’s yawns as she padded through it toward the kitchen, navigating around the toys that had been left strewn across the floor in the oddest spots by the twins the night before.
She couldn’t help the smile that grew over her face at the sight, nor did she try very hard. She had always thought her and Beau’s house was absolutely perfect, but the last two years had seen a lot of additions to the home and each of them made Yasha’s heart feel a few sizes too big for her chest.
She stopped and picked up the wooden animals that had been left in the kitchen as she made her way in, lovingly rubbing the smooth, painted wood with a fond smile before putting them on the kitchen table. Undoubtedly the twins would want them once they woke up.
Generally, Beau was the one who got up first because she had her work to get to. Yasha and the twins generally only woke up a few hours after Beau had already left, and after so long waking up at the same time, Beau’s body mostly kept to the same schedule, even on the weekends.
But today Yasha had gotten up earlier on purpose. Despite her disdain for mornings, she could admit that it was kinda nice to watch the sun rise properly as she got the things in the kitchen ready for breakfast.
As she prepared the pancake batter, she looked out of the window overlooking their back garden. There was a playhouse that she and Beau had spent an entire afternoon putting together when Beau had found out she was pregnant, with Beau sharing later that night in bed that she had always wanted a playhouse but had never been allowed one.
It had made Yasha love the small, brightly colored house even more. Beyond just a potential place for their child to one day play, it was proof that she and Beau would always prioritize their child’s wellbeing over their own preconceived notions of what a child might be or should act like.
The beautifully colored autumn leaves were falling in the garden and she absentmindedly thought about how at this rate, the trees would be bare by the end of the week. Autumn in the tribe had been all about preparing for the winter. Making sure there was enough food, getting it treated so that it would last longer to make sure there would be enough during the coming shortage. Making sure there were enough warm clothes and furs.
Making pancakes and playing with toddlers had not been something important, but in Yasha’s opinion, there was nothing more important.
She works in a happy mostly silence. The only noises are the sounds of cooking and her own off-key humming.
It can’t have been much more than 15 minutes when she hears footsteps she immediately recognizes.
Beau is soft and still sleepy and Yasha happily drops everything she is doing to open her arms in an invitation to her wife. One that Beau takes with a contended noise, her nose tickling along Yasha’s collarbone.
“What are you doing up so early baby?” Beau easily moves with Yasha’s movements, happily following along with her as Yasha returns to make sure the pancakes don’t burn.
“I got cold without you there.” Beau mumbles against Yasha’s throat, her eyes closed and seemingly refusing to wake properly.
“I’m sorry, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast for once.” Yasha deftly keeps one arm around Beau as she moves the last pancake to the large stack on the side before placing it under the lid Caleb had enchanted to keep food warm for her.
“It’s fine, just can’t sleep without you there anymore, feels wrong.” Yasha’s heart made a leap at Beau’s words. Even now it still felt impossible to her that she should have been lucky enough that Beau returned her feelings, that this was her life.
“Hmm, wanna cuddle on the couch ‘til the kids get up? I’d bet you could get at least another hour in.” Beau nods against her and Yasha lifts her bridal style and carries her into the living room, Beau expertly grabbing a blanket clung on the large armchair on the way.
Yasha sits down on the extra large couch that Beau had insisted on and happily acts as a pillow for her sleepy wife.
Yasha didn’t exactly fall back asleep, but she closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the sounds of light rain beginning to tap the windows. Beau snoring slightly. And the noise that she knew would fill that day in short order.
But for now, she would rest, with everything right in her world.