In the late evening —
Aiden and Arwen returned to Winslow Residence. Their ride home had been peaceful —so much so that Arwen dozed off in his arms, staying asleep all the way until they reached home.
"Do you realize you have been spoiling me too much?" she murmured, adjusting her arms around his neck as he carried her bridal style through the front door and up the stairs to their bedroom. "You could have woken me up and let me walk, you know. But you chose to carry me in your arms."
Though she had been asleep when they arrived, the crisp evening breeze brushing against her skin had stirred her awake.
Of course, she could have asked him to put her down.
But why would she do that … when being pampered like this felt so good?
Aiden glanced down at her, his expression softening into a doing smile. "You are my wife," he said matter-of-factly. "If I don't spoil you, who else would I spoil?"
