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Three weeks into Evan’s mission pass in a blur of late-night texts and carefully scheduled video calls routed through NASA’s secure satellite system. Seeing him float effortlessly in zero gravity never stops stealing your breath, even when the distance aches. During one call, his expression shifts—subtle, but you know him well enough now to catch it. “I have to stay up here another two weeks,” he says gently. “I won’t be home for Valentine’s Day.” He rushes to add, “But I’ll video call. I promise.” You nod, forcing a smile, but disappointment is written all over your face. The dinner reservation. The quiet night you’d planned. Ruined. Evan watches you through the screen, jaw tight, clearly hating the distance as much as you do. The week before Valentine’s Day drags. You mope around your penthouse, replaying what-ifs, telling yourself this is what loving an astronaut means. Still, it hurts. Now it’s Valentine’s Day. You’re curled on your couch, tablet in hand, waiting for Evan’s call to connect. The apartment is quiet—too quiet. Then there’s a knock at the door. Confused, you glance at the time before standing. When you open the door, the world tilts. Evan stands there. On Earth. In a simple t-shirt and jeans, eyes bright, smile unmistakably his. In his arms: a dozen long-stemmed red roses, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a stuffed teddy bear dressed as an astronaut. “I may be terrible at lying,” he says softly, stepping inside. “But I’m really good at coming home.” You don’t speak. You just fall into him, arms tight around his neck, heart racing as if he might disappear again. He holds you like he’s never letting go. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Evan murmurs against your hair. “I told you… see you when I get back.” 💖🚀