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this was so good! I'm a sucker for fight-and-make-up types of fics 🥰🥰this hit the spot!!
all through July i have a goal to write, write, write. happy birthday to me! so to start off here's a little something i had come to mind! enjoy!
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Apologies and Anniversaries
Rowan had two things on his mind as he left his office Monday night. First, he needed to find the largest bouquet of lilies and kingsflame and buy it, second to find the largest box of chocolate and buy that too. Maybe two boxes of chocolates.
It was rather unfortunate that he had come to the point of buying his wife gifts in the hopes that she would forgive him and not be mad over the fact that he had been working far too much lately. And he knew Aelin well enough that she really wouldn’t be mad. Maybe, hopefully, not even say anything about it.
Unfortunately, Rowan had screwed up more than any man ever should.
He’d missed their one-year anniversary.
And Aelin had been planning a weekend getaway for them in the Staghorns. So instead of spending it together Aelin had gone off to the cabin out in the mountains and Rowan stayed in the city to work.
Flowers and chocolates would not be enough. Not nearly.
Hell she was going to kill him. And if anyone could get away with murder, it was Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius.
After Rowan managed to secure the flowers and chocolates—the florist giving a long shake of her head and a whispered good luck—he made it home just before seven.
The apartment they lived in was less than ideal. Located smack in a city with too much traffic and not enough space it was less than ideal. Ever since they’d gotten married, they had wanted to find a house, something small but a home they could call their own. Though, as long as they were together, Rowan was happy.
As he fumbled with his keys, Rowan began to rehearse what he would say.
A client had a meltdown and I was the only one who could do anything.
We can watch as many reruns of Friends as you want.
Fenrys was useless in helping me out.
I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.
The client was worth fifty percent of my paycheck.
I’m quitting my job tomorrow.
None of them seemed to be enough.
Aelin knew of course how important his job was—she was a career woman herself and was working on applying to a doctoral program at Terrasen U. They respected each other for their desires and careers, hell, it had been what attracted Rowan to her in the first place.
Rowan entered the quiet apartment and did his best to not drop the flowers of the chocolates. He shut the door with a soft kick and headed deeper into the apartment. Aelin was nowhere in sight. Rowan wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He set the flowers and chocolates on the dining room table and tried his best not to sound guilty when he called out.
“Hey, I’m home.”
No response.
He was definitely in trouble.
“Babe?” He looked down the hall toward their bedroom but there wasn’t any indication that she was there.
Sitting on the counter was a take-out menu for their favorite Thai food. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought it was.
“Well, well, well.”
Rowan winced at the tone of Aelin’s voice and looked up as she entered the kitchen.
Aelin swept by wearing the silk robe Rowan bought for her on her birthday a few months ago. The robe was short and thin, hardly covering anything. She didn’t look at him as she poured herself a glass of ginger ale. She did however notice the flowers and chocolate.
The look she gave him could have cut steel.
“Aelin,” he began, though he really had no idea what he would say.
The woman in question took a long sip of her drink as she continued watching him.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Aelin snorted. She walked to the kitchen table and ran finger over one of the lilies. The touch was so gentle and careful.
“I am mad at you,” she said finally. Sighing, Aelin set the still fizzing soda down and gathered the flowers, taking a long moment to breathe them in. The small smile she had was enough that Rowan could hope she wouldn’t try killing him tonight.
“I know,” he said.
She found a vase hiding away in one of their cabinets and filled it with water before neatly arranging the flowers. Once again, she traced one of the lilies lightly, an almost distant look growing in her eyes.
“I tried,” Rowan said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I did everything I could to get out of working. But Perrington insisted I had to be the one to pass off on anything in the project. And after the stock market shutdown…”
It all sounded very, very bad in his head and Rowan hated himself for every word that came out of his mouth.
“I will make it up to you,” he said. “I don’t know how but I will.”
Aelin set the vase back on the table and looked up at him, tears brimming her lashes.
Knowing he was entirely the one at fault for all of this, Rowan went quickly to her side and cupped her face in his hands. He brushed the tears from her eyes before they had a chance to fall.
“Fireheart,” he began.
Aelin shook her head but didn’t pull away from his touch. “I’m fine.”
Rowan wasn’t entirely sure that he believed her, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled her into a tight embrace. She growled into his chest.
“I’m still mad at you,” came her muffled words.
“That’s fine,” he said. He pulled back only to kiss her forehead again and trail kisses down her cheek to the corner of her lips.
Aelin pulled away from him then to frown. “You don’t get to kiss me and think you're forgiven.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be,” Rowan replied, even though that was what he was hoping for. He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him.
“I am just as important as work,” she added. “More. I was really looking forward to our weekend together, Ro. I planned everything.”
“It will never happen again,” he promised, “I’ll make sure of it.”
Aelin sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Good, because I have something for you.”
Before Rowan could speak, Aelin hurried back down the hall to their room. Rowan almost followed. But just as quickly as she’d gone, she was back with a small black bag in hand, white tissue paper poking out in every direction.
“What’s this?” he asked, still utterly confused.
“Happy anniversary,” Aelin said as she handed him the bag.
Rowan looked at her confused. “We said no presents.”
His wife merely shrugged and gave him a small smile as more tears slipped from her eyes.
Having no idea what to think, Aelin wasn’t much of a crier, Rowan pulled out the tissue paper from the bag until his hand grabbed something far more solid than paper. He pulled out a rolled-up piece of fabric and carefully unfolded it.
At first, Rowan had no idea what to make of it. First was the long, thin piece of plastic, then was the tiny scrap of fabric that was certainly not a new nightgown for Aelin.
Rowan frowned as he looked at the items. “Fireheart?”
He spoke so softly as he looked at what was in his hands; the little baby onesie with simple script Coming Soon on the front and a pregnancy test.
“Fireheart,” he said again, trying to put a bit more force behind his voice, but emotion was welling quickly in his throat.
Aelin laughed then and ran her hands over her cheeks as she cried. “I’m pregnant, Ro. We’re having a baby.”
Without second thought, Rowan set the onesie and pregnancy test on the table and drew Aelin to him. He gently wiped the tears from her skin and cupped her face in his hands knowing there were tears in his eyes too.
“I love you,” Rowan said as he leaned in to press a kiss to Aelin’s forehead. “I love you.” A chaste kiss to her lips. “I love you.” Lower until he knelt before her, hand ghosting up and down the bare skin of her thighs. He pressed a kiss to her belly through the thin silk robe.
Aelin laughed again and ran her hands through his hair, her nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
“Oh really? Because aren’t you the one who left me all alone on our anniversary?” Her playful tone ended abruptly when Rowan’s tightened against her thighs and he slowly stood up, his fingers running in hot trails up her body.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I have more apologizing to do, don’t I?”
“Yes,” Aelin said simply and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
Rowan swept her into his arms, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, promising exactly how he planned on apologizing.
“Well, I think I know just how to start,” he said and carried her down to their room.
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