Flower Harvesting 

The house felt empty. Aiden's tall figure stood in the corridor, right in front of the guest room's door. His hand reached out to grab the doorknob of the guest room. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't control himself.

He could not get rid of Anya's figure from his mind so sleep did not come to him. He opened the guest room door slowly.

On the large bed of the room, Anya was fast asleep. She did not even hear someone open the door to her room. Aiden stepped closer to the bed and sat on the side, staring closely at Anya.

"Aiden, you bad guy..." Anya muttered while still closing her eyes. She was annoyed at Aiden because the man didn't come to pick her up, so her irritation followed her into her dreams.

Aiden just laughed inwardly seeing his fierce wife. He stretched out his hand and stroked Anya's face gently.