The scent of fresh coffee filled both rooms of their apartment.

        Liam was still asleep when Eva placed two paper cups of hot coffee and a white box with the red “Elite Taste” logo on the nightstand.

        Walking to the window, she theatrically threw her arms wide, pulling the curtains apart, and declared, “Good morning, country!”

        The curtains flew open, and sunlight flooded the room, forcing Liam to dive under the blanket with an agonized groan.

        Eva jumped onto the bed and straddled him, as if he were a stubborn pony.

        “Up! The coffee’s getting cold!”

        “What time is it…?” Liam croaked, sticking his sleepy head out from under the blanket.

        “‘It was already about ten o’clock in the morning,’” Eva solemnly quoted what she thought was Dostoevsky.

        “I can’t believe it’s already ten…” Liam mumbled, yawning.

        Eva sat on the edge of the bed and opened the box. The bright aroma of fresh pastry immediately filled the room.

        The red “Elite Taste” logo on the side of the box immediately caught Liam’s attention.

        “What’s this?” he asked, climbing out from under the blanket and rubbing his eyes.

        “A new pastry. I saw it on Irene’s Instagram. A new patisserie opened on the corner.”

        “Eva… we agreed — no café treats. And definitely no showing off on social media.”

        “I made the coffee at home. I just took their cups,” she glanced at him. “But the pastry… yes, I bought it. Come on, take my picture, and make it look good.”

        She handed him the phone and struck a pose: legs crossed, a cup in one hand, the pastry in the other. Her smile was seemingly spontaneous, her gaze slightly dreamy.

        “Just make sure it’s beautiful, not like usual!” she ordered sternly.

        Liam looked at Eva. Her sweet, disarming smile and her bright, lively blue eyes left him no chance to start a serious conversation. He snapped a couple of shots.

        Each time, Eva looked at the photo, pretended to bite the pastry—but never once took an actual bite until the photoshoot was over.

        “Okay, your turn!” she said and handed him the pastry.

        “Eva… we don’t have money for this,” Liam grumbled quietly.

        “If nobody knows, it isn’t true,” she said with a carefree smile.

        A few minutes later, an Instagram story was already posted about how “Eva and Liam try a new sweet every morning.” This time—a pastry from “Elite Taste.”

        Liam flopped back onto the bed. Stretching and yawning, he tried to recall the dream Eva had so shamelessly interrupted.

        “I dreamed we found adoptive parents, but they registered us as brother and sister…” Liam squinted, as if that would help him remember the rest.

        “Ha!” Eva exclaimed. “It would’ve been funny if they adopted us as husband and wife!”

        Liam sat up and laughed. “Yeah, and you’d already be pregnant. That would mean our adoptive parents would instantly become adoptive grandparents.” Closing his eyes, Liam elaborated on the thought, but after a few seconds, his face fell, his expression turning sad.

 Noticing the change in his expression, Eva went and sat beside him.

        “It will all happen…” she said, rubbing Liam’s back. “We’ll have kids, you’ll see. We’