When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

7:30 AM – A New Day, A New Challenge

The soft morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The house was silent, except for the occasional sigh from the baby monitor on the nightstand.

Freen stirred first, blinking sleepily at the ceiling before turning her head to look at Becky.

She was still fast asleep, her face buried in her pillow, her hand resting on Freen's stomach.

For a moment, Freen just watched her.

She looked exhausted.

Last night had been another long one. Even though Mon was recovering well, Becky still woke up at every little sound. Every rustle, every whimper from the baby monitor—it was like her brain refused to rest until Mon was completely better.

Freen understood.

Because she felt it too.

With a soft sigh, she gently moved Becky's hand and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The second she did, the dogs lifted their heads from their spots on the floor, tails wagging lazily.

Fluffy stretched first, letting out a loud yawn. BonBon thumped his tail against the bed frame. Boba, the baby of the bunch, just looked up at her expectantly.

"Alright, alright," Freen whispered, slipping out of bed. "Let's go before you wake your sister."

The three dogs immediately trotted after her as she made her way downstairs, their nails clicking softly against the floor.

The house felt too quiet.

It was weird.

Before Mon, mornings were filled with barking, laughing, music from Becky's playlist echoing through the kitchen.

Now?

Now everything felt softer.

Quieter.

Like their world had shifted into something more fragile.

Freen exhaled as she stepped into the kitchen, moving on autopilot. She started the kettle for Becky's tea, set out the dog food, and leaned against the counter, rubbing her eyes.

She was so tired.

But this—this was their life now.

And she wouldn't trade it for anything.

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8:02 AM – A Sleepy Little Visitor

Freen was pouring a glass of water when she heard it—

Soft footsteps padding down the stairs.

Becky.

Still in her pajamas, hair slightly messy, rubbing at her eyes as she walked into the kitchen.

Freen smiled, setting the glass down.

"Morning, baby."

Becky blinked sleepily at her before walking straight into her arms, burying her face in Freen's chest.

Freen chuckled, wrapping her arms around her.

"Not awake yet?"

Becky just hummed.

Freen pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Tea's almost ready."

Becky nodded against her, still not moving.

Freen held her a little tighter.

Because no matter how many times they had moments like this, she never got tired of them.