He rolled over and nuzzled his nose into her hair. It smelled sweetly like cinnamon apple oats, the kind he'd eaten most mornings of his childhood life, that his mother had put down in front of him while his eyelids were still heavy from the night before. That first spoonful gave him a feeling that said "the day has started, everything's going to be OK". He remembered how he still tasted the oats on his way to school, even after the orange juice had shuffled around in his mouth.
Now, as he breathed into the nape of her neck and wrapped his arm lazily around her waist, he felt the same thing.
As she felt his hand on her belly, she turned around to face him, her nose replacing her neck as it touched his so lightly that it felt like she had a dew drop on the tip of it, rather than another person.
"Hi."
The corners of her mouth lifted upwards so slightly that she wondered whether she actually smiled as she said this, but it didn't really matter. Running a fingertip upwards from his neck over the stubble on his jaw, tracing a line over his lips, she realised that she had to be smiling; because he was.
"So, would you like your coffee?"
"You know the answer to that." Now, she had no doubt anymore about what the corners of her mouth were doing. As she opened her eyes, he brushed his nose past hers without hesitation. Kissing her softly, he ran two fingers up her spine so lightly that she felt like leaves were rustling somewhere in the distance.
He got up, and as he walked across the expanse of the loft towards the kitchen, he turned around. As he stood in the sunlight casting a confident shadow on the wall behind him, he looked at her with certainty in his eyes. "You know what? Everything is going to be just fine".