Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿FORTY-NINE (49)❀*★

♪♪I swear the whole world stops, you're my sweetheart

And I'm so glad that you're mine

You are one of a kind and

You mean to me what I mean to you

And together, baby there is nothing we won't do ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [With you] - [Chris Brown]

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I dedicate this chapter to mauachka and  ShwetaSangwan9 for guessing correctly in the comment section previosuly. Read on to find out what you guessed right! 😊🙊

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Esmé squinted her eyes at the light that seeped through the windows of the room. She groaned, feeling her headache at its intensity. The texture of the bed she lay in felt foreign to what she was used to.

She opened her eyes instantly and shuddered at the instant ache she got from the action. The sky blue coloured room confirmed her theory. Her eyes danced around the room taking it all in from the classic white and blue lace curtain to the array of books stacked neatly to the trophy box that stood right by the bookshelf all down to Kian standing in front of an opened wardrobe buttoning up his shirt.

"Kian?" she called out to him.

Kian turned to her with a smile and walked over to her. "Did I wake you?"

Esmé wrapped her hands around his neck, keeping him in place as she sat up. "I don't think so, but it looks like you want to leave me. Is that you opting-out on showing me these childhood pictures you promised last night?"

Kian chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I'm not, but I need to get to the hospital real quick and then I'll be all ours. Mom would be out too so you can look through her cookbooks on the kitchen counter. I hear looking through these things helps people make the best dishes."

"Are you asking me to make a meal for you before you get back, Dr Lincoln?" Esmé teased.

"I will look forward to tasting something moje scre makes," he said and placed a light kiss on her forehead, scurrying away out of her arms right after.

Esmé chuckled as he finished dressing up. She turned over and laid back on the bed, putting her head at the end of the bed where her legs were, watching him finish dressing up with a smile on her face.

Once he was done, he walked over to her and bent down to place a light kiss on her forehead. Esmé returned the favour to place a kiss on his forehead that was right above her lips.

Kian smiled, pulling back. "I'll see you soon."

"Bye."

The moment he shut the door behind him, Esmé sprung up from the bed, excited at going through the cookbook to see what she could make for him. Something different. Ever since their first date, she'd been wanting to do something equally similar for him.

She hurried up, showered and got dressed, ready to begin her adventure. By the time she was out of the room, the silence that greeted her informed her she was the only one home.

Heading over to the kitchen, she spotted the brown carton box on the counter and smiled. It was a gigantic box, but she didn't mind. She pulled a kitchen stool off and settled on it, ready to get to work. Each cookbook had packages of interest that pulled her attention. A couple were from the same chef, but a few were from different countries.