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A flower. Hannah woke up from the smell of flowers close to her nose. She stared at the assorted flowers over Reid’s pillow. She sat up and stretched her arms. She picked up the flowers and smelled them. She then headed to the living room outside the main bedroom.

Reid was reading a tabloid while drinking coffee. He looked up at her and grinned.

“Hello, beautiful.”

She never felt so beautiful before. She placed the flowers on the vase with water ready on it. Then, she took out the hot tea that was prepared for her. She took it and sipped.

“Where’s my kiss?” He asked.

“I haven’t washed my hair or brushed my teeth.”

“Does it matter?” He creased her brows. “We always kiss, my love.”

She sipped on her tea and finished half of it as she approached him and sat over his lap. He hugged her tightly and gave her more kisses.

“Hannah,”

“Hmm?” She snuggled with him more.

“How did you find me in another room last night?”

She was puzzled but it seemed that she did find him in another roo