The sun had risen, but Fiona was still asleep in their apartment while Spencer was wide awake. He gently pushed a strand of her hair away from her face and smiled.
The nights were short and the days were long as it was springtime.
The beautiful morning reminded him of a famous poem. Spencer couldn't help but smile. He realized that Fiona had changed him a lot. He had used to work out and go running every morning. Nothing could stop him from doing his exercises, whether the sun scorched the earth or the rain poured. But now that Fiona was with him, he didn't want to leave her for even a moment.
As he looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart melted. He leaned over and gently pressed his face onto hers.
But before he could kiss her, his phone rang. It was the special ringtone he had set for his grandpa. He quickly got up and answered the phone.
"Hello, Grandpa?" He spoke in a low voice, afraid that he might wake Fiona up.
"I was expecting that you'd bring Fiona back today. It's been quite a while and you haven't called yet. Why?" Wayne's deep voice came from the other end. "Have you two started off yet?"
"Well... we..." Spencer looked at his watch. "It's almost ten o'clock now? I slept late last night and I just got up. We will be leaving in a minute!"
"You just got up?" Wayne shouted angrily. "You rascal! You used to wake up before the sun rose. Why have you become so lazy? This isn't good! Not good at all! Don't think you can relax just because you're the leader now."
"Yes, yes, Grandpa, I know," Spencer answered immediately.
"You got up so late. Did Fiona not wake you up? Where is she?" Wayne frowned.
"She... is still sleeping!" Spencer ran his fingers through Fiona's hair.
Her fingers moved slightly. She could hear them talking on the phone and wanted to wake up. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake up. Her body felt exhausted and her eyelids were heavy. She felt so tired that she didn't want to move her body for the rest of the day. "Fiona hasn't gotten up either?"
Wayne's voice softened. "Then don't wake her up. Let her sleep for a while before you both come home. Call when you're setting out."
"Okay, Grandpa. You take care. We will be back in the afternoon."
Spencer hung up and glanced at Fiona. Her eyelashes seemed to move, so he asked her softly, "Are you awake yet?"
"Yes." Fiona opened her eyes reluctantly. She locked eyes with Spencer for just a moment before she sat up.
"Good morning," Spencer said with a smile.
"Hmm... good morning." Fiona batted her dark eyelashes at him and grabbed a corner of the comforter. "When will we go back to M City?"
He smiled and gently rubbed her head. "When you're ready, we will have lunch and go to M City. Okay?"
Fiona gulped and looked at him. She couldn't believe that he'd turned into this sweet and loving person. But she suddenly remembered last night's events and became annoyed. "I'm not a child. Why are you always patronizing me?"
"You only look like an adult. To me, you're still a child." Spencer grinned.
"If I'm a child, then you're an old man!" Fiona retorted.
"What?" Spencer's expression turned gloomy. "You're calling me an old man?"
"You called me a child." Fiona turned her head away and pretended to be mad.
Spencer yelled, "I've warned you many times not to call me that! I need to teach you a lesson!"
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