The weekend getaway was winding down, and the morning was as tranquil as the previous days. Eleanor was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the family. Her husband, William, had been growing increasingly impatient as the time ticked by, waiting for Sophia and Ethan to emerge from their room.

“I think it’s time to check on them,” William said, glancing at the clock. “They’re taking longer than expected.”

Eleanor, sensing William’s growing frustration, decided to handle the situation herself. “Let me go check on them,” she offered with a reassuring smile. “I’ll call Sophia and see what’s taking them so long.”

She walked down the hallway and approached the door to Sophia and Ethan’s room. Eleanor knocked three times, her knocks growing progressively louder. When no response came, she frowned slightly and decided to take action. She turned the knob and gently pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was softly illuminated by the morning light filtering through the curtains. Eleanor’s gaze fell upon Sophia and Ethan, who were in an intimate embrace. Sophia was sitting on Ethan’s lap, her top partially displaced, leaving her bare skin exposed.

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure. She cleared her throat to announce her presence. “Come down for breakfast,” she said, her voice steady despite the awkward situation. “Your dad wanted to come in, but be glad and lucky it was me instead.”

Sophia’s eyes widened in shock, and she quickly moved to cover herself. Ethan, looking slightly embarrassed, tried to adjust his position. Sophia’s face turned crimson with embarrassment as she scrambled to cover up.

“Mom, I didn’t—” Sophia began, but Eleanor raised a hand to stop her.

“No need to explain,” Eleanor said with a reassuring smile. “Just make sure you’re both decent before coming out. Breakfast is almost ready, and your dad is getting hungry.”

Sophia nodded, her cheeks still flushed. “Thanks, Mom,” she said quietly.

Eleanor closed the door behind her and headed back to the kitchen. Her mind raced as she prepared the breakfast, wondering how to address the situation later. William, still oblivious to the morning’s events, continued to wait impatiently.

Sophia and Ethan hurriedly dressed, sharing a look of mutual embarrassment. As they made their way to the kitchen, they both felt the weight of the morning’s events hanging over them.

At breakfast, Eleanor maintained a casual demeanor, while William remained unaware of the earlier incident. The conversation flowed as usual, but the incident had created an undercurrent of tension between Sophia and Ethan.