"Desseeeeeeee," he sang in my ear. "Wake up, baby. Come back to me, it's almost easy. Come back again, it's almost easy."

His singing voice was — like the rest of him — amazing. Even better when he was actually fully awake and trying. He sang the whole song through once before I moved beneath the soft lips resting lightly against mine. "Mmm. Good morning," he smiled against my lips as I opened my eyes. I pushed my lips against his instead of saying anything.

"I love waking up like this," I smiled as his tattooed arms enclosed me in a safe circle.

"Me too. If only we could wake up like this every morning of the year," he sighed wistfully and glanced at the alarm clock behind me. "I need to get going; we're leaving in a half hour."

I blinked as tears flooded my eyes again. "You sure you can't come with me?" I shook my head sadly. "Not for a week. I have a meeting with my publicist later on today, then signings every day for the rest of the week. As soon as I'm finished in New York I'll be flying out to Europe for you," I whispered against his toned chest.

"I'll be counting down the days," he told me, kissing my hair. "When do you need to go?"

I glanced behind me at the clock. 4.30 AM. "A half hour," I sighed, knowing we would be leaving our amazing home in Huntington for opposite ends of the earth at the same time.

"Come on, baby. Let's get ready and try to make this goodbye a little easier."

I nodded, agreeing, as I yawned and stretched on the big purple bed. I tried not to look at the two packed suitcases by the bedroom door as I dried my black hair in front of the mirror. His was already perfectly spiked in all directions. He watched with sad eyes as I colored my own with eyeliner.

"You look beautiful," he smiled when I had stood up, finished with the getting ready process.

"Beautiful?" I questioned. "You have never once said that in your life. Not even on our wedding day."

"Well, I'm saying it now," he smiled softly. "Because you are and I am going to miss you more and more every minute we are not together." I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, outlined by smoky black eyeliner. "I'm going to miss you, too," I whispered.

Being unable to spend every spare moment with each other was a real bitch. But I guess with our jobs you can't really expect to have a normal life with the ones you love.

I'm a writer with a new book launching very soon which means a book tour and sore wrists from signing so many of my own works. My husband is a guitarist for a metal band who had made it very big. They had just released a new album which also meant a tour.

Our first week was in different places but after that our tours followed the same schedule. Which meant he could be with me at the stores during the day and I could be with him at the concerts during the evening. Then we could be with each other during the night.

"Ever wish we had different jobs?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "No." He grinned. "Me neither. I just wish we had more time together."

"I wish for that, too," I nodded.

"You ready to go?!" an excitable male voice yelled upstairs, bursting through the front door.

"Take that key off him," I laughed as the lanky form of one of our best friends bounded upstairs to our bedroom. When he saw us he wrapped his arms around both of us. "You'll be together again in one short week," he said brightly.

"That's easy for you to say, you get to take her with you tonight."

I smiled sadly at this. We didn't get to take the other with us.

"True, but you'll still see each other soon enough." He paused and looked at the clock. "We really need to get going. All of us."

I pulled away from both of them and nodded, keeping my face turned away from them. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and pulled it from the room. The two men followed behind.

I waved to everyone standing outside of the huge black bus and made my way to my jeep, parked in the driveway. "Here, sweetie," I turned in time to see a monster coated arm lift my case up into the back seat. I leaned against my door, watching him as the sun kissed his bare arms. "I want you to take something with you," he said and reached up behind his neck. He unclasped the thick silver chain that held his trademark skull with a top hat and wound it around my wrist a few times before clasping it together again. "I want this back," he smiled. "So you only have it for this week. My heart, however, is yours forever."

"This is just a way of making sure I come back to you, isn't it?" I smiled, letting my wrist fall back to my side.

"Of course it is," he smiled back and pulled me into one last hug. "I love you."

"I love you," I looked up to kiss him.

"Dude, we gotta get going!" one of the guys yelled over from the bus just as my cell began buzzing and screaming in my pocket.

"I'll call you later," he promised, kissed me one last time and ran to the bus that would carry them to the airport. A different airport than the one I was going to. I sighed, ignored my cell and jumped into my jeep. As soon as I had music blasting from the speakers, I was ready to take off, and so were they. I waited till they had taken off in front of me before I left. I made sure I overtook them on the highway just so they knew who was the better driver. My cell buzzed again and I pulled it from my pocket. I can hear that.

I smiled. You'll be rid of the soothing tones of your own band in about five minutes, babe. It buzzed again a minute after I sent my message. I miss you already =[

I miss you. I love you, Brian. I hope you and the rest of Avenged have a great tour.