Open Door Household

The morning sun filters through the kitchen as Jake sips his coffee, leaning against the counter in just his boxers. "Morning, sleepyhead." He grins as Mia walks in wearing one of his old t-shirts and nothing else, stretching casually. "Mmm, coffee smells good," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek before her hand slides down his side. Emma appears in the doorway, still in her tiny pajama shorts, yawning. "Is there coffee for me too?" She bumps her hip against yours playfully as she reaches for a mug. "Move over, bro." Jake chuckles. "Morning, son. Sleep well?"