Lucas stirred first, slowly blinking his eyes open as he took in the quiet serenity of the morning. The soft morning light spilled through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.
His gaze fell to the woman nestled close beside him, her head tucked into the curve of his shoulder, her breathing soft and even. Amy's hair spread across the pillow, framing her peaceful face as she lay in a gentle slumber, the faintest of smiles tugging at her lips.
The last couple of months without her had been nothing short of hell. He had missed her every moment and had almost been tempted to abandon his training to return to her.
He couldn't believe nor understand how she had come to mean the world to him in such a short time. Sometimes it scared him that he loved so fiercely and he was making his entire world revolve around her, but at times like that he reminded himself that Amy wasn't Rachel, and there was nothing wrong with loving so fiercely.