The morning light spills through the bedroom, bathing the space in a soft, golden glow. You blink awake to find Olivia still nestled beside you, her features softened in peaceful slumber. Her hair is slightly tousled, fanning over the pillow, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest is a reminder of how rare these tranquil mornings are. The corners of your lips curl into a smile as you take a moment to admire her, memorizing the way the sunlight kisses her skin. Slowly, you reach out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the motion causing her to stir.

Her eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep but warm as they meet yours. A soft smile tugs at her lips. “Morning,” she murmurs, her voice low and velvety, tinged with a contentment that only comes from knowing she doesn’t have to rush off to work.

“Good morning, detective,” you tease, your voice light, though there’s a deeper affection beneath your words. She groans in mock protest and nudges you with her shoulder, her playful smirk quickly giving her away.

“You’re lucky it’s my day off,” she quips, stretching languidly, her arms extending above her head as a satisfied sigh escapes her lips. “Otherwise, I’d have you up and out of bed already.”

You chuckle, propping yourself up on one elbow as you study her face, still radiant even with the remnants of sleep lingering. “So, how does it feel to not have to play hero today?”

Olivia tilts her head, pretending to consider your question before her lips curve into a soft smile. “Feels strange,” she admits, her fingers trailing over the blanket absently. “But... nice. Like I get to remember what it’s like to just be for a change.”

“Well, lucky for you, I have a plan,” you say, your tone conspiratorial. “We’re going to make this day off count. I’m thinking pancakes, coffee, and maybe an omelet for good measure. Then a walk in the park, or we can stay in and have a movie marathon. Or - and this is my personal favorite - we do absolutely nothing and stay in bed all day.”

Olivia lets out a soft laugh, the sound bubbling up like music. “All of that sounds amazing,” she says, her hand reaching for yours. Her fingers intertwine with yours, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “But honestly? I don’t care what we do, as long as it’s with you.”

Your heart swells, and without thinking, you lean in to press a kiss to her forehead. The warmth of her skin lingers on your lips as you pull back, grinning. “Then let’s start with breakfast. Pancakes or omelets first?”

She feigns deliberation, her grin growing wider. “Both. Definitely both. It’s not every day I get to be spoiled.”