44. ~Aurora~

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When I reached back to the apartment that night, my legs were asleep. The emotional stress that I was in was wearing me completely out. It didn't help that the cruise that ended just yesterday had did its bit to my muscles and bones.

I was just too tired.

The whole house was dimly lit.

What was Rowan up to now?

A part of me told me he was doing something romantic and the pathetic part of me wished he was doing something romantic.

"You are home."

Home. Was this my home?

Rowan walked over to me, taking small tentative steps. He had a washcloth over his left shoulder and a sprinkle of flour on his hair.

"Were you cooking?" I asked him.

I did know he could cook in the last two months but I did not think that I would ever see the day when I came home to him welcoming me like this.

"Homemade pizza. With Mexican toppings, your favorite."

My weak legs did not have the power in them to hold me up when he said something like that. I almost stumbled and h