Olivia's: POV
''The clock on the mantlepiece ticked with an almost cruel slowness. I paced the living room, the wore rug feeling familiar beneath my bare feet. Alex's interview at UCLA had run longer than expected, and anticipation was starting to morph into a nervous flutter in my stomach. I'd a celebratory dinner downtown, a little treat for both of us, but now, I was hoping she'd make it back. before our reservation. I brewed a cup chamomile tea, the fragrant steam doing little to soothe my impatience. As I poured the tea into my favorite chipped mug, the lingering warmth of Alex's voice from our earlier phone call still echoed in my ear, a faint reassurance against the day's anxieties. I moved to the living room, picking up a baby magazine from the coffee table. six months pregnant, and the images of tiny clothes and smiling infants weren't just cute anymore; They were a glimpse into our near future, a future Alex and I were building together. A wave of loved washed over me, a deep appreciation for the life we were creating. I closed the magazine, placing it carefully on the coffee table, and walked to the window, peering out at the street. I couldn't wait to see her.
Finally, the front door clicked open, and Alex's voice a familiar comfort, echoed through our Los Angeles home. Sweetheart, I'm home! My heart leaped. ' Alex!' I called back, a wave of relief washing over me. I hurried to the door way, the baby magazine slipping from my lap and landing softly on the rug. Alex stepped inside, a tired but happy smile on her face.' I brought you these,' she said, holding out a bouquet of vibrant of pink and red roses. They reminded me of you- bright and cheerful.' They're beautiful, thank you,' I said smiling. And I have something for you.'
I gestured to a vase of red roses on the nearby counter. Welcome home.' I leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, the warmth of her presence a welcome comfort. 'I was thinking since you had the interview, we should go out for a celebratory dinner. I made reservations downtown.'
I smiled, my eyes sparking. 'Well, I'm going to get ready. I'll meet you back here in about an hour.' I turned and headed towards our bedroom. Just as I disappeared down the hall, I heard Alex's voice, A surprised tone. 'Professor Adams Foster? I heard her say. I went to the bedroom, and started to get ready. I wondered what that call was about, but I decided to wait until we were at dinner to ask.
The restaurant buzzed with a warm, lively energy. soft candle light flickered across the table, casting a romantic glow on Alex and me. We settled into a cozy booth, the scent of Italian herbs and garlic filling the air. I slipped my drink, my eyes sparking with anticipation. Alex, though, seemed to have a quiet excitement simmering beneath her calm exterior. She kept glancing at me, a small knowing smile playing on her lips. As our main course arrived, Alex took a deep breathe, her eyes meeting mine. 'So she began, her voice a little shaky,' 'I have some news.' I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued 'Oh? what is it? Alex paused, a wide grin spreading across her face. 'I got the job at UCLA!'''
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Love's second chance
RomanceIn a tender love story, two souls reunite after twelve years apart at a friend's Christmas party. As they navigate the mingling friendships and festive atmosphere, the air is thick with unresolved feelings. In this intimate setting, they confront th...
