Coming home was a joyous occasion for Dia, the reminders of returning to a secure place soothed and relieved her. Unlike her years spent as a child, waiting for the ones she loved who never came. The door opened with a click and Dia sighed exhaustively, plopping her shoes across the rack.
She sat in one of the chairs in her dining room, her eyes on her face, rubbing her eyes to quell the tiredness in them. The ticking of the clock didn't help comfort her nor did the passing seconds. She was so distracted she didn't notice the quiet footsteps sneaking behind her went unnoticed, before a pair of arms wrapped around her neck, pressing soft kisses.
"Your smile is not as bright as it used to be." The culprit whispered teasingly, chuckling lightly.
Dia swirled her head to meet Kanan's warm gaze, tinted with joy. Her lips curled into a smirk as she placed her hands on Kanan's arm, the ring on her finger gleaming brightly. Leaning her head back, Dia stared at Kanan, her eyes radiating love in ways she couldn't explain.
"Welcome home, Dia," Kanan whispered, kissing the top of Dia's head and smiling happily.
"I'm home," Dia said, smiling as she closed her eyes. Home was where she needed to be and Kanan was her home. Where Kanan was, Dia felt at home.