Hello again everyone. Please do not hurt me. I know I haven't posted anything for this story in months,possibly years. I don't really have a good excuse other than laziness, lack of time, and writer's block. My laziness is unexcusable, my lack of time only a half-decent excuse, and my writer's block the only legitimate excuse I have. I am quite ashamed of myself. I've had this up on my computer forever,but I wasn't posting it because a. it wasn't finished, and b. i didn't have any chapters after it. I still don't have any chapters ready, but I felt that I owed it to those of you who have read this story to post something. If you can forgive me, I hope that you will read this chapter and hopefully enjoy it. I swear to you, on pain of death, that I will post something new by the end of this weekend at the latest.

Ben was awoken early by the sound of the rain falling in a steady downpour. Opening his eyes slowly, a small grin appeared on his face when he was greeted with the sight of his beautiful wife peacefully sleeping. Gently brushing a stray piece of hair out of Abigail's face, he carefully climbed out of their bed and made his way to the bathroom. Jumping into the shower, he let the hot water pour down his body as he reflected on the past two days.

He and Abigail had spent every moment for the past 48 hours together. They seemed to always be in contact with each other; when he was making breakfast she had wrapped her arms around him from behind and settled her head on his back, when she was cleaning the dishes he had helped her and purposely bumped his hand into hers. They hadn't spent the last two days doing things that most other people would consider "special." Instead they were both content to just be around each other and enjoy the pleasure of simple, everyday moments. Even on their last night together they had just ordered take-out and watched a movie curled up on the couch.

There was an unspoken agreement between them to avoid talking about his assignment. He knew that Abigail didn't want him to go, and he knew that if they started talking about it she would try to convince him to stay. Even though he was determined to go, he wasn't so sure he'd feel the same after watching his wife cry and plead with him.

They talked about all the things he would do when, not if, he got back. Abigail wanted to redo the room next to their bedroom. She wouldn't say specifically what she intended on turning it into, just that she had "plans" for it. He wanted to take her on a vacation, but she said that they should wait because they had just gotten back from their honeymoon.

For some reason he had the feeling that there was something on her mind that she wasn't telling him. He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, but he was hoping she would tell him before he left.

Realizing he had spent more time in the shower than he had originally planned, he quickly got out, dried off, and put on some clothes. Finding Abigail still asleep, he knelt down beside the bed so he could kiss her softly.

He smiled when she groaned and then mumbled something incoherent.

"Time to wake up beautiful," he whispered, kissing her again.

"Mmmm…I don't think I'll ever get tired of waking up to that," Abigail whispered groggily as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.

He didn't reply. Instead he remained kneeling beside the bed staring down at his wife, a look of deep thought on his face.

"Penny for your thoughts," Abigail said, yawning and placing her hand on his cheek.

"Sorry," he said, smiling at her. "I just zoned out for a second."

He knew that she saw through his lame excuse, but she didn't press him further and he was thankful for that.

"So what would my darling wife like for breakfast this morning?" he said, changing the subject as he scooped her up into his arms and made his way for the door.

Abigail's laughter rang out as she tried to get him to put her down.

"You are not making me breakfast again my dear husband. I should be making breakfast for you today," Abigail said as he reached the top of the stairs.

"No. I want to do this for you. I need to do this for you," he said when they got to the bottom of the stairs.

He felt her arms tighten their grip around him, and he looked down to find that Abigail had settled her head in the crook of his arm.

"Ok," she said, smiling tenderly up at him.

He kissed her lightly on her nose and then put her down carefully before walking into the kitchen…

So there was supposed to be more to this chapter, but I haven't written it yet...Not to worry! I am getting on that right now, so please review and I will not stop writing until I have another chapter for you! (that kind of rhymed...)