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.
He had always known that when she arrived home before him, she would wait for his return —though she would never admit it. Today, however, was different. She didn’t just wait; she welcomed him with an openness that made her seem like a perfect picture of a little wife eagerly awaiting her husband’s return.
He didn’t want her bound by such roles —he loved her independence, her fire —but he couldn’t deny how adorable she looked in that moment. Her eyes that tayed on him, gave him the flutters in the heart that he had always longed for.
It was as if Arwen could read his gaze. "You like me like this?" she asked, but Aiden didn’t say anything. And when he didn’t Arwen pursed her lips shaking her her head. "Husband, you just have to tell me and I would do these small things to make you smile —always."
Aiden shook his head. "You don’t have to," he said with a soft smile on his lips. "You don’t have to do anything that you don’t feel like doing, Moon."
"How do you know that I don’t feel like doing it?" she asked, pressing a smile on her lips before turning and walking away for a short while to hang his jacket. When she returned, she saw him still standing there, watching her way. "What?" she asked. "Won’t you explain how you know it when I am myself not sure?"
She walked back to him and grabbed his arm before pulling him to the couch to sit first. "Since you are still deciding on an answer, let’s sit and wait. Once you decide, tell me. Until then I will wait."
At first, Aiden thought she wasn’t being serious but hearing her again, he knew she wouldn’t budge until she heard from him. Hence, sighing softly, he said, both his words and tone carried the warmth he held for her. "Moon, I don’t want you to feel compelled about anything. The world can compromise as much as they want, but if you have to compromise for even a second, it would kill me a thousand deaths."
His words came like a promise that immediately made Arwen’s breath hitch. Slowly, the warmth spread through her heart and her lips curled. Reaching out, she held Aiden’s hands in hers. "Mr. Winslow, husband and wife share equal duties and responsibilities. As much as it’s your responsibility to take care of me, it’s the same for me. Even it’s might duty to do things that make and keep you happy and smiling."
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