I heard the front door opened just as I finished cooking fried rice in the kitchen.
“Welcome home, Damian.” I glance briefly at him to give him a smile.
“It’s good to come home to you, Baby girl.” He came to me and held me from behind, planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Good to know.” I laughed.
“You are cooking?” he asked me, still shocked hey that fact.
“I knew you just had a big meeting, and I wanted to cook for you. Sorry I only cooked fried rice,” I told him sheepishly.
“I like your fried rice.” He put his chin at the top of my head, and I could hear a smile in his voice.
“Good then.” I grinned, and placed the rice on each plate, bringing them to the dining room table with tea for us too.
We began eating, but I noticed that he was quiet.
“Did the meeting not go greatly, Damian?” I asked.
“No, it went perfectly.” That was all he told me.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked again, knowing something was troubling him.
