Stefan lived in an apartment. But it was only a place for him to sleep, to keep his clothes, and to have his peace. He cannot call it home.
For him, a home is where you live with your loved ones. And when Jacob told him to go home, he only had one place in mind.
"Baby?" The woman frowned as soon as she opened the door and found Stefan standing in front of her.
"Why did you seem disappointed in seeing me?" Stefan asked playfully though his eyes don't hold the same playfulness that was there over a year ago.
The woman propped her hand on her waist and raised a brow at him. "Because it has been months since you appeared on my doorstep and the fact that you are here, means something is wrong,"
A small smile appeared on the corner of Stefan's lips but that didn't reach his eyes. "You know me too well," He just said because he cannot lie in front of this woman.
"Of course," The woman said and then widened the door for him to come in.
