We'll Be Alright

Chapter 41

Eliana

"Baby", Fynn says, entering the front door, "I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!", I say mixing the egg whites with sugar.

He enters the kitchen and kisses my head and my cheek.

I hum before wiggling away from his touch, "I can't stop mixing right now, wait just one minute."

After the egg whites are stiffly beaten, I turn around.

No Fynn.

"Now you couldn't even wait one minute?", I support my hands on my hips.

He appears behind the wall again, holding a bouquet of pink tulips.

I grin, tilting my head to the side.

I walk over to him and swing my arms around his neck, "you're so sweet."

I kiss his lips once and attempt to pull away but he holds me against him by the back of my neck.

He groans against my mouth before letting go.

"I missed you", he pecks my lips once again.

"I missed you too", I peck his lips too.

"I missed you more", he grins and pecks my lips.

"Impossible", I kiss him and hold him against me for a brief moment.

I let go of him and accept the flowers from his hands.

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome", he grins.

I turn around and get a vase for them.

"I forgot to tell you this morning, my cousin Nic is coming to visit tomorrow", I cut the paper open that envelopes the pink tulips.

There's a little card around the cord that holds the paper in place.

It says, 'Just because, I love you'

I smile before laying the card into a box with other cards from the flowers he gifts me almost weekly.

"The one that was at our wedding?"

He and my grandpa were the only ones that attended from my family.

"Yeah", I say, cutting the flowers stems a bit, "I talked to him yesterday morning on the phone and he said he misses hanging out so I invited him."

I put the tulips into the vase and place them onto the dining table.

They're so pretty.

I turn around to face him again and get on my tiptoes to kiss his lips once.

"I love you too", I grin.

He kisses my lips again with a smile.

"Anyways, I hope that's not a problem. Him visiting."

"Not at all", he smiles, "I like him, he's a good kid."

"He's no kid, honey. He's 18, only three years younger than me."

"Which means he's six years younger than me, meaning he's a kid."

I shake my head, smiling.

"But it's a Friday", Fynn points out, "isn't that a bit senseless that he's only going to stay a few hours after driving so long?"

"Good for you to call it senseless", I hold my hands behind my back, "because he's staying over the weekend."

"The-", he stares at me, "the whole weekend?"