Ok. Here's chapter two…I didn't plan on making another chapter but all of your reviews have been great so I thought I would treat you… (Oh and I don't own this song…standard disclaimers apply)…enjoy!
MY DECEMBER
Come hell or high water I am going to make her love me. Yep, those are my thoughts as I sit amongst friends at Bud and Harriet's, watching her play with little AJ. She looks so beautiful, so…motherly. It almost pains me physically to see this and know that we still have a year left on the deal.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
Its all clear to me now… I love her. Not love like a friend but I am IN love with her and have been for some time. So here I am sitting and watching her play hide and seek with our godson and while I am watching this a plan starts to formulate in my head.
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
I mean, really. Look at me. I am forty years old and my only marriage that was supposed to last a lifetime was over in the blink of an eye. God, I'm pathetic. While I am thinking this I hardly notice Mac and little AJ sneaking around. Then suddenly I am soaked. It seems that my marine and her little apprentice poured a cooler of ice cold water on my head.
I give chase shouting, "This is war! Navy vs. Marines!"
I can hear them giggling in AJ's tree house so I decide for a little payback of my own. I run to the house and grab the hose then drag it back behind me ready to strike. I climb the tree and aim, only they aren't there anymore. Then the water stops working. So, they want to play like that. Ok, three can play at this game now. I put the hose away, all the while I hear them all laughing at me from the porch. Looking down, I can see their footprints in the grass leading to the driveway. I grab the hose again and follow the footprints, finally thinking I have my chance at payback. Boy could I be any more wrong. No sooner do I strike but I get the wrong person. Just as I was about to aim, the admiral walks up the drive and receives the full force or my attack. Oh shit… I'm in for it now. But to my surprise he just starts laughing. Of course I stand there like an idiot, most of it in complete shock. No one messes with a SEAL and lives to talk about it. And then I hear little AJ's laugh and Mac's too. They stand up from behind her 'vette and she is grabbing her sides. Her laughter is like music to my wet ears. I run around and pick her up. Throwing her over my shoulder she starts laughing all over again.
"Harm, put me down! You're all wet!"
"I know… this is payback marine. Hey little man," I say to AJ, "Get auntie soaked."
He looks at me and I can tell that he is debating about what to do because Mac is telling him not to from over my shoulder. Then he squeezes the nozzle on the hose with all his might and I hear Mac squeal as the cold water hits her body. AJ's laughing, I'm laughing and she's laughing. The admiral is still standing there, watching this but I can tell he's trying not to laugh.
This is what I love most about Mac. These moments.
And I just wish I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that
And I just wish I didn't feel like there was something I missed
Take back all the things that I said to you
She and I have finally calmed down and as night settles, the adults sit around and talk. Mac and I put AJ to bed earlier and now she is sitting in my lap, only because there were no chairs but hey – she's sitting on my lap, and sharing a story about some petty officer she had to deal with because he claims that the devil made him steal a pack of cigarettes. By now everyone is laughing and Harriet is telling us about little AJ's latest trouble-making. Leave it to my godson to pour glue and paint on all the door handles. But as I sit here and listen, I can't help but wonder if I will ever be able to share a story like that about Mac's and my children. Even if it was only for one day, I would give up everything to come home to Mac and be able to put our children to bed. But it's only a dream. A dream that won't come true.
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
Everyone slowly starts to leave. Soon it is only me, Mac, Bud, Harriet and the admiral left sitting in a comfortable silence.
"Mac what time is it?"
She looks at me and replies, "11:49 and 7 seconds."
I still wonder how she does that. I can barely tell time and I use a digital watch.
"Ready to go? I'm taking you out tomorrow after our run."
She yawns. And I can't help but stare at her. Surprisingly she nods her head and we give our thanks before leaving. She falls asleep on the drive home and I glance over at her while I am at a stop light. God she looks so angelic, so peaceful…I hate to have to wake her up. The light changes and five minutes later I pull into her parking space.
This is my December
These are my snow covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
She doesn't stir as I lift her out of the car, up the stairs and into her place. I unlock her door and head over to her room. I lower her gently onto her bed and cover her with a blanket I saw on the back of her couch. I close her door behind me but before I leave I write her a note…a cryptic message really…and lock the door behind me as I head home.
And I just wish I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you fee like that
And I just wish I didn't feel like there was something I missed
Take back all the things that I said to you
I check for messages on my machine before thinking about what I want to say to her tomorrow. I sit at my desk and try to write it all down but then realize that I better say it from the heart and not some script. Tomorrow is pretty much going to be an over-exaggerated apology for everything hurtful I have said or done.
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
I lie in bed thinking because that's all I can do now. I'm too excited to sleep. That little nod she gave me earlier showed me a glimpse of a promise that we may be able to take the step our relationship needs. Out of nowhere I get a flash of inspiration and I run into the living room and sit on the couch, pen and paper in my hand.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
I show up an hour early at Mac's. Good thing she is still asleep or I would be in pieces. I start her coffee pot and unload the groceries I bought on the way over. Finding everything I need with ease I begin. It's a good thing she is so organized at home…too bad she isn't like this at work…but I digress. The table is set, complete with flowers and my little poetry piece and I begin to cook. It's a simple breakfast, just eggs with bacon and toast. And I no sooner start cooking the bacon when she sleepily walks into the kitchen.
"Something smells good flyboy."
He voice startles me and I jump about three feet. Good thing there is nothing in my hands. "Just thought you could use a home cooked meal for your first breakfast back on land."
I turn to face her now and she gives me a quick hug. Oh man am I in heaven. I can still feel the imprint of her body on mine as she heads to take a shower.
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
This is what I want most. To be able to make my wife breakfast in the morning. The small simple things that make it all worthwhile. I pat my pocket and make sure her surprise is still there. I had to use most of my favors to pull this day off.
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
The shower stops and ten minutes later she and I are sitting across from each other eating our eggs in a comfortable silence. When the dishes are in the sink she and I leave. Time to put my plan into action…hopefully it all goes right. I know what I want in my life and what I want is her.
