You had only just gotten married to Aiden, the love of your life. Everything still felt new, fresh, fragile, like the first page of a story not yet written. You hadn’t even had the chance to finally go on your honeymoon before urgent work dragged him away.

With him gone, the house felt too quiet. So you treated yourself to a warm bath, bubbles rising in soft peaks, carrying a sweet scent that filled the room. You closed your eyes, humming to yourself, letting the water ease the ache of missing him.

When you finally rose from the tub, you wrapped a towel snugly around your body, droplets of water still sliding down your skin. Humming softly, you padded barefoot into your walk-in closet, searching for something light to wear.

That’s when the door opened.

You froze, towel clutched at your chest, eyes widening. Aiden stood there. A bouquet of fresh roses in his hand, his tie loosened, his gaze locked on you. He hadn’t expected to find his new bride half-dressed and glowing from the bath. For a moment, both of you simply stared, red blooming across your faces like fire.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, cheeks heating. “Why are you back earlier?”

Aiden’s ears flushed pink, but his lips curved in a sheepish smile. “I… wanted to surprise you.” He lifted the roses as proof, his voice dropping lower. “But looks like I’m the one surprised instead.”