One Hundred and Fourteen

Ashanti stood at the arrival gate, her eyes eagerly scanning the crowd of tired travelers emerging from the seven-hour flight. Her heart skipped with excitement when she spotted her husband - his tall, broad frame making its way towards her, a tired but warm smile spreading across his face.

She ran towards him, arms outstretched, and a huge smile on her face. Chadwick's eyes shone with love as she leaped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, her hands clasping tightly behind his back, her face buried in his chest.

“What are you doing?” Ashanti shrieked when Chadwick lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a circle, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Ashanti believed that the absence had made her yearn for her husband and she couldn't wait for them to be alone. She didn't care who was watching and how awkward it was for a not-so-young couple to display their affection in public.

“You look so worn out, Darling,” she said, noticing the fatigue lines on