What would have happened if Junior and Kris did end up going to Alaska for a year?
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Eleven months and 27 days. She had been keeping count.
Its not like she didn't love Alaska, it was gorgeous. Everything just seemed so fresh and renewed. They had taken their honeymoon in Fiji liked planned, before heading off to the frozen tundra that is Alaska. Fiji was great, the sat in the sand and just enjoyed being FINALLY married. But all good things come to an end and they boarded a plane to Alaska.
The air there was crisp and refreshing, and she had never seen a more beautiful sunset as the one she was watching with Junior right now. The mixture of gold and different shades of pinks perfectly reflected her feelings at the moment. Their lives were finally about to get back to normal.
The alternative energy project had been going great for Junior. The project was actually starting to get some recognition. They were doing some great work. Not to mention everybody loved Junior, and he absolutely loved the work that he was involved in. In fact he was so involved that he hardly ever got to see Kris.
Kris was proud of Junior, he doing awesome stuff and he really enjoyed it. It wasn't often that someone's career was something they actually loved.
But, she hardly ever got to see him. Still, seeing him everyday (even if not as much as she would like) was still better than not seeing him at all like it would have been if she had stayed back in Freemont. They were still as close as ever and so much in love still. But, she missed him.
The only thing constant was that she ate breakfast with him every morning at a small diner in town. She always ordered pancakes and he always ordered French toast. They talked about his work and plans for the weekends. As much as Kris loved this, she desperately wanted to go home, and she wanted more time with Junior. She wanted to get back to racing, the Ritters, Wildfire, and maybe sometime in the future she wanted to start a family.
She often ended up eating dinner by herself, or with the other wives that had followed their husbands all the way to Alaska (there were more than she thought, making her feel less crazy that she had been for going with him.) Junior just wasn't around as much as she or even himself wanted to be.
She made friends, but she missed her old ones. Mostly, Wildfire.
She missed riding him and most of all she missed their regular talks. He really understood her, and she missed the connection that they had. Leaving him was the hardest thing she had to. But not only that her career was put on hold. After finally getting her jockey's license back she couldn't even race. The fact that she could be back home racing constantly ate her up inside, but Kris would much rather be with her husband.
But, Kris was excited. It had almost been a year and she and Junior were heading home for good on a plane tomorrow morning. Kris and Junior couldn't wait to see the Jean, Pablo, Matt, and Dani. Kris also couldn't wait to have Junior all to herself again.
She sat resting her head on Junior's shoulder while they watched the sun set in Alaska for the last time. She stretched her neck and looked up at him smiling. But, he didn't smile back. Junior had a mixed look on his face, like he was contemplating telling her something or not. Kris' face turned to concern as she stroked the side of his face with the back of her hand.
"Junior what's wrong?"
He didn't say anything, just looked down at his hands. His fingers fidgeted while he shifted in his seat so that he was looking square into his wife's beautiful brown eyes.
Kris looked up into his eyes confused, and saw a glimpse of I'm sorry flash across their glassy surface. Kris started to fiddle with her wedding ring, turning it back and forth on her finger. A sense of nervousness rose inside her as she wondered what could be making him seem so sad, but sorry at the same time.
By the time he spoke, Kris was sitting up fully, had his hand in hers, and was drawing small circles in the palm of his soft hand.
He looked up at her, his eyes shining from the tears that he was trying to hold back. He knew what he was doing was going to hurt her, and no matter how much it was breaking his heart he had to do it. I only hope to God she understands, he thought to himself.
"Kris," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion, "I- I can't go-" he stopped short when he saw the realization dawn on her dropping face. His heart crumbled.
"I can't go back with you tomorrow," he whispered, as she dropped his hands. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed, wishing that he were anywhere but here.
So this is my first ever fan fiction. I will take any advice or criticism, just please don't be mean about it. Please review and tell me what you think! :0)