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With another loving smile up at him, Catia touched her hand to his face allowing herself just a moment longer to look over Owen's features. She truly had missed him, more than she could even begin to convey in words. She would have to prove that in actions later, but for now, she knew they had to get to dinner. "Yes, we should get to the food before it starts getting cold." She moved with him towards the kitchen, but refusing to completely let go of him just yet as she held on to his hand, she looked over at him and asked, "Do you need help with anything at all? I can set the table, or grab things. Anything you need me to do, I'll help. I don't want you to feel like you have to do everything." She wondered what Owen had made, and what he had in mind for their dinner. The smell of food filled the air, causing her stomach to rumble with hunger, but she pushed that thought aside knowing that she would be eating before she knew it.

"I am happy to hear that, but even if it does I think you are worth it." Owen said as he would wait for her as long as he had to. While he hated being away from her he hated the idea of her not getting everything she wanted in life. Owen was determined to never stand in her way and to prove to her that he would support her however he could. The man just hoped that he'd done everything in his power to make sure that tonight was perfect. Catia coming home was all his mind had been able to focus on for days. He suspected it was because he found her all consuming. There was nobody or nothing that he found more important to him. It was one of the many reasons that he wanted to make Catia his wife.

"Yes, dinner." Owen agreed as he had spent the last couple of hours trying to make sure to prepare the perfect meal. He had looked up recipes, but had also called his mother for advice. Owen had made sure that everything was timed out to be ready when it was time for Catia to get here, and not things were warming in the oven. Owen returned her kiss with urgency. It was hard for him to not just want to abandon dinner and drag her down the hall to his room. However, Owen was hoping there would be plenty of time for that later. As long as things went as he had planned for them to. When Catia pulled away, he sent her another smile. "Yes, that was important too. I am never one to pass up a kiss with you. We should probably get to the food though before it starts to get cold."