Mother's call

~ Alina's POV ~ ~

I had gotten home late and tired. God, what was happening?

Days now and nothing, not a single clue! It was like this had been planned so well that not a track was left to follow.

I went to the kitchen expecting that Ryan had prepared my favorite but nothing was there too.

"My lazy husband" I bemoaned. What was I expecting anyways?

"Ryan?" I called out and no reply.

Was he asleep already? But, he wasn't the type to go to sleep early. Perhaps, he was exhausted.

I had gone to the room and doesn't find him there, didn't he ask earlier if he could move in?

My silence should have told him that it meant yes. How could he not understand that?

I dragged my legs to the guest room and contemplated if to knock or just barge in.

"Ryan, you can come back to the room now" I yelled loudly so he could hear me

"Did you get that?" I added and there was silence. I was too tired for all of this.

What kind of sleep was he possibly having?

"Ryan?" I called out again and when he

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