I looked for him downstairs but couldn't find him. What the fuck did I do to him? Why didn't he at least tell me where he would go?
"Love, are you looking for me?"
When I turned around, he was standing by the entrance door of the house, smiling at me. I pouted but I was happy to see him.
I wanted to run towards him and just jumped into his arms but I waited for him. He was slowly walking towards me while holding a bouquet of flowers.
"I thought you left without even telling me." I ranted.
He chuckled. "I was rushing to go downstairs to get this. I wanted to give this to you once you wake up. I was planning to put it on the bedside table but the shop suddenly called when I was in the shower telling me that they arrived." He explained.
He handed me the flowers and gently kissed me on the lips then to my cheeks.
"Good morning, love!" He greeted me.
My face lit up and I knew I was smiling so wide.
