It had been about a week since Micah left, and you could only assume that he was out doing something that you weren't too keen on learning about, but you wouldn't stop him. The life on the farm was pleasant enough.

As you stood beside the oven, working on a meal that you knew he'd love, you hummed a soft tune to yourself. You swiftly set the food onto the counter, sighing as you took in the scent. Before you could do anything more, you felt two arms encircle your waist, pulling you into a hug all too familiar. "Ah, there you are," he sighed.