A typical day in Toronto started out a lot like this:
Mark's room was bright at 5am with his floor to ceiling windows. We would hear a couple sweet sounds, toys rattle and a pacifier get thrown onto the floor. Usually one of us would fail at convincing the other NOT to look over the covers to see what Dagny was doing. The second you made eye contact it was over. How could you care though when this is what you'd see?
The only benefit to Mark still being hurt while we were there, was that he got to go into to training later and spend the mornings with us. The three of us stayed in bed until Dagny fell back asleep, or one of us lost the "don't you want to make me coffee?" war.
When we did venture out of bed, breakfast was always next. Cozy mornings when we stayed in and made pancakes or cinnamon rolls...
Or mornings when the Hagglunds picked us up and we went to Mitzi's cafe. An all day brunch spot that was tucked away in a beautiful residential area. They serve buttermilk oatmeal pancakes that really just taste like cake. done.
Other mornings, when we didn't have any food but didn't want to get out of our cozy clothes, we'd walk to get donuts and coffee or scones and lattes in Mark's neighborhood.
All of these mornings were the best mornings. Waking up with the two of them is truly joy unspeakable.
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