Thirty seven.

Placing the plates on the dinning table with the cutleries by the side of it, Mehr stood walked back to the kitchen to bring the breakfast she cooked for her husband some few minutes back. She placed the homemade artisan bread toast, topped with majesticgarlic hummus, mashed avo and boiled egg.

Standing next to the glass dinning table and four cream chairs around it, Mehr smiled at her handiwork before rushing up the stairs to call him down for breakfast before he goes to work. This has been their routine for the last two weeks and she's enjoying it already.

She found him typing away in his phone with a frown etched between his eyebrows. She quietly walked to where he stood and use her index finger and thumb to release the crease. Startled, he looked at her then smiled. He drew her close to him by her waist before breathing in her scent.

"I love you scent baby," he drew back with his eyes close not wanting to release his breath so that that the scent won't go aw