Do you know what today is? It's a lot of things.
To me, its one of our highest Sabbats...Sahmain.
It's Halloween.
And it's Bornonhalloween's birthday.
She is...I can truly say I would not be the person I am today without her.
Happy Birthday!
Chapter Eleven
Taking Action
I have a plan.
As soon as the tulips push through the frozen ground, I'm going to find a way to make you mine.
I can't wait any longer.
You better be ready for me.
*()*()*
The weeks drag, but it's finally time.
I've been working hard. I've done everything you've asked of me. Everything they've asked of me. Even when I thought it was stupid…I did it.
I felt like an ass going out to the street with Gracie's box of sidewalk chalk, but I did it anyway…for you.
In big, bright pink letters I wrote:
It's time to come home.
And now you're coming up the driveway, and there are tears in your eyes.
There is only one thing that can make this better.
My entire body is vibrating with equal parts excitement and fear as I hurry from the front window to the kitchen. I lean my hip against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest in an effort to actually wait for you and not rush out and pull you into my arms.
I jump when the door flies open, banging into the wall behind it as you burst into the room. You're sweaty and panting, tears running down your flushed cheeks. You've never been more beautiful.
I don't say a word as I push away from the counter that had been holding me up and walk toward you. Moving like magnets searching for their polar north, one of my hands wraps around your waist and the other slides into your hair. I tilt your head to the side so I can feast on all that creamy skin.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl against your flesh and feel you tremble against me.
"Well?" I snap, not wanting you to be frightened of my intensity, but needing you to understand just what this separation has done to me.
Because even though there are tears in your eyes baby, I'm crying just as hard.
"No, I didn't want this. I didn't think it would be this hard." Your voice is a ragged whisper, and in it I can hear your pain.
I know you're regretting ever starting this, ever listening to your stupid fucking therapist.
OH MY! So...answers but a few more questions.
Tomorrow...answers.
