Novel

You walked into a house reeking of medication and melancholy. The clinic had worn you out. Little Sasha had been coughing incessantly for a week, and each attack pierced his mother's very heart. The door swung open, and Roman appeared before you with a huge bouquet of scarlet roses.

“Welcome home, my love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You were taken aback. “Roma? What are you doing here? Where’s Sasha?”

"Sasha is at grandma's. He'll have a wonderful time there, gaining strength. And you... you deserve some rest."

You looked around. Candles flickered in the dim living room, and two plates sat on the table covered with a snow-white tablecloth. The scent of lavender and roses mingled with the aroma of something incredibly delicious.

• What is this?..

– A romantic dinner for the most beautiful woman in the world. You deserve it. I know how tired you are.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You'd been married a year and a half, but it felt like you'd met yesterday. Little Sasha had changed the world, but sometimes you felt exhausted and alone in your maternal care.

He took your hand and led you to the table. “Just relax. I’ll take care of everything today.”