Tina's snore was interrupted by the sharp buzz of her phone. She jolted awake to the early morning light, Anna still curled like a blossom within her arms.
Groaning softly, she carefully placed her daughter on the mattress. Anna murmured, "Mom," but didn't stir further.
Tina yawned and shuffled out of the room, rubbing her face. As she blinked into the hallway, she froze at the sight of Tom—squatting by the low end of their wardrobe.
"Tom?" Her voice startled him. He jerked up and banged his head on the flimsy wardrobe door.
"Ow—ah—morning," he muttered, avoiding her gaze.
Tina scoffed softly and walked past him, heading to the bathroom. She relieved herself, washed her face, and emerged a few minutes later, standing quietly at the doorway.
"Tom?"
He turned, and her eyes widened.
He was wearing a full suit. Neatly pressed slacks, a dress shirt, and a perfectly knotted tie. His face was freshly shaved.
"Hm—how do I look?" he asked with a shy smile.
"Tom!" Tina gasped.
