Sorry it's been so long…the muse, I tell you…she's working, but not on this stuff! I finished the poem, and hopefully, within the next few days, I'll finish the story. Well, here goes.
It was Christmas time. And Jack still didn't know what to get Carter for Christmas. Last time they'd had a team night, he had checked on the books…but she had them all!
Don't tell me she's a fan, he thought. I'm not sure I could handle that.
He walked past a jewelry store, and he was tempted to go in. He closed his eyes. No…there were still Air Force regulations, and he didn't want her to get the wrong idea. But then, he saw it…it was too perfect. The pendant of a shooting star. He had to do it. He had to get it for her. There was no other option because everything else would be second best.
So, he went in and bought it.
Now, he sat at his desk, staring at the velvet jewelry box, wondering if it was inappropriate. After all, he was her commanding officer. But I want to be so much more, he thought.
He took out his trusty pencil and paper.
I'd rarely been scared
'Til I realized I loved her,
I wish that she cared,
Then, I would retire.
There would be more to the poem, it was floating to the surface of his mind, but he would wait until after he had given her the necklace. Then, he would know.
It was Christmas Eve, and as he stared at the snow falling gently outside his window, he realized there would be no sleeping until he knew.