Hazel breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the flat she shared with her loving fiancé. It had been a long day and she was ready to just kick off her shoes and sleep until next week. Maybe kiss Frank first.
They'd been together for nearly six years now. Hazel couldn't believe how long it had been since they were on the Argo II, fighting for their lives nearly every day in an effort to defeat Gaea. They were glad to retire from it all though. Being praetor had been wonderful, but they both agreed they wanted to give normal, civilian life a try – though they lived in New Rome, of course. Both of them were too powerful to not be scented by monsters on the regular.
Speaking of scent, there was a wonderful one wafting from the kitchen.
"Frank?"
Frank's head popped out from around the kitchen door. "Oh hey!" He grinned and came over to her, wrapping her in a hug as greeting.
"Hey," Hazel replied, curling into his bear hug. She felt some of her exhaustion melt away as she leant into him. Nothing like the safety of his arms to set her frayed mind at ease. "What smells so good?"
Frank released her. "I made your favourite. I think I've almost got the recipe perfect this time."
Hazel couldn't help the grin that crept onto her face. Ever since they moved in together, Frank had been determined to learn how to cook shrimp gumbo exactly as Hazel liked it. He tried at least once a month. It had gone completely wrong the first few times but with every attempt, Frank was improving.
The fact that he kept going and kept trying, not once even suggesting that he wanted to give up, warmed Hazel to the core, more than any food ever could.
"Thank you," she murmured as she hugged him again.
Frank held her for a moment longer and the two of them headed into the kitchen to try Frank's latest attempt.
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