OK! Damnit! Because of overwhelming writers Block and many many events I haven't updated my stories in a really really long time… I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!! Will you find it in your hearts to forgive me?????? Eh, whatever, cause now I'm getting over that and writing again. Since I've last updated, I've become single and joined the army and gotten out of the army, gone to school gotten out of school and now I'm working full time and I just moved in with my latest and greatest girl! Fun stuff… Oh well, you're not here to read my ramblings But I guess you really just want to read the damn story…. Alright here it is!

Ps… because it's been so long there are going to be some issues with contingency, but you'll get over it… Thanks!!!

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Michiru tried to clean every inch of their small house, too restless to sleep and too jittery to just sit and wait. She vacuumed and mopped and cleaned the windows, everything possible to keep her mind off the time. She knew it would be hours before Haruka would be home and she needed something to distract her. When she started scrubbing the corners of the doors and anyplace dirt had just happened to have been she knew it was time to think about getting herself ready for when Haruka got home. She jumped in the shower and scrubbed herself with the best smelling soaps Haruka had bought her for Christmas last year. She even gave herself a pedicure after climbing out of the shower.

She pulled on some P.J. pants and a tank top and went to the kitchen to start cooking anything she had in the fridge. She didn't have much and she was too scared that Haruka would be home soon to leave to get groceries. She threw together a small meal with several miss matched sides and started working on small cakes to go as deserts when she thought she heard someone pull up outside. She ran to the window and pulled the curtain to the side, it was just a passing car, but it was too close for Michiru. She quickly finished the cakes and put them in the oven to bake and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. She didn't even notice that it was already close to 4 in the morning…

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Haruka got off the bus at the closest stop to her house. Even the air seemed so much more familiar and every site brought on more and more memories, mostly of Michiru and her riding through town and going to see movies and things like that. The most prominent memory that stuck out to her was when they were riding past a state park; Haruka remembered bringing Michiru up to a secluded spot and proposed under a canopy of trees. She let out a heavy sigh and hailed a cab and told the driver where to take her.

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Back at home Michiru was fixing her hair when the thought came to her… 'Haruka's not going to care what I look like… as long as I'm here…' She stopped trying to make herself look amazing and just tried to be her. She did put on a little makeup and put on Haruka's favorite nightgown and went back to the kitchen to finish the meal she was preparing.

What Michiru had failed to notice earlier was now becoming a beacon to her. The clock read 4:45 when most of the meal was ready and she had nothing left to do. The laundry was folded and put away and the house was scrubbed top to bottom and now she was left alone with her thoughts. Now she realized that she didn't know when Haruka would be home and if it was much longer the food she had just made would be cold and ruined if she just let it sit there. She carefully wrapped the food up and placed it in the fridge to wait patiently with Michiru. Everything was almost perfect just waiting for Haruka to walk through the front door and make the scene complete. She sat on the couch and actually thought about what was about to happen… Haruka was coming home…

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OK, I know it's short, but this is kind of a thing where I'm trying to figure out who remembers me and if I can get newer readers with my older stuff. I'm already writing a totally new story, so do me a favor, review, let me know where I stand on my readers. Much Love!!! Dee!!!!!

PS, the new format for loading stories has changed since my last upload and thats the reason for the loser Numbers. I'll figue something out...