In the evening, when Aiden returned, Arwen was already at home. Seeing him enter the room, her lips curled up into a warm smile. "You are back," she said cheerily, her voice carrying the softness that immediately caught his attention.
Aiden raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. "You are looking so excited. Were you waiting for me, or did something good happen?" he asked.
Arwen squinted playfully as she stood, brushing her hands against her skirt before walking toward him. "What do you think?" she asked, her tone teasing. Taking his jacket, she folded it neatly over her arm and smiled up at him. "Both of your guesses are right. I was waiting for my husband to come home so I could share the good things that happened today."
Aiden watched her, his gaze softening. For a moment, he was quiet, simply taking her in. Then he nodded with a small smile. "Okay," he said, finding her demeanor endearing.
