AHHH. Okay, so I know this is totally late... by like a half hour or so, but I have a legit reason! So I'm a hermit basically because all my friends have moved away and I spend my evenings alone with my family. Wow I feel pathetic when I write that out. Anyway, a friend of mine who was in town asked if I wanted to go see Perks of Being a Wallflower (GO SEE IT NOW) tonight so that's where I was. Thus why this was late. (Also I totally had this all typed up ahead of time because I knew I was going to be running late hahahaha.

Anyway...I feel like there was something I wanted to tell you all here... what happened last week after I published that I wanted to tell you?...shit...Well, maybe I'll remember by the end of this chapter? Ugh, this is really gonna bug me now...I need to keep a notebook by my bed just for things I want to tell you guys haha

Chapter Fourteen

With January brought not only cold weather but also an increase in the war effort from all sides. Meg knew it was only a matter of time before she received her orders, and sure enough on January 5th she did.

It was a Wednesday and Meg was spending it practicing her map skills. Adam had written her a couple days prior to tell her that a majority of his job this time around required him to have a map at his side. Knowing she was a little rusty and not wanting to disappoint anyone, Meg spent hours in her quarters, pouring over maps of Europe. Besides, if Montgomery was as eager to have her help as he seemed to be, she didn't want to let him down most of all.

A knock on her door caused her to look up as Lew walked in, not even waiting for her to invite him inside.

The two hadn't had much time to talk after their New Year's kiss. It had continued for a while before Lew had stated he should return before Dick or Harry noticed he was missing. Since then, he had been busy at Battalion or in training, giving the two of them only short windows of time to be together. Meg would shyly admit that not a lot of talking had gone on in those brief moments. However, whenever they weren't together, her mind wandered back to their first kiss on New Year's.

Should she regret it? She didn't think so, and she certainly hoped she shouldn't. It had been amazing, that was all she could use to describe it. An amazing moment of passion that she would never forget for the rest of her life. But that didn't lessen her small amount of guilt at all.

Should she feel bad that she had been his New Year's kiss while Katharine was home wondering how he was fairing? Those thoughts had plagued her mind all day and it took all she had to push them away. If anyone should be worrying about Katharine, it was Lew. Meg wasn't about to bother herself with something he didn't seem to feel the need to worry about. She'd rather spend her time thinking about the man himself.

Seeing him before her now, she blushed as butterflies filled her stomach. Would they ever not do that?

"Morning," he said casually as he walked over to the table. "What're you doing?"

"Good morning," she replied her voice sounding cheerful and not revealing the inner turmoil that was going on. "I'm looking over maps of Europe."

Lew rolled his eyes before leaning over to put his hands on the edge of the table.

"I can see that. I meant why are you looking over maps of Europe?"

"I figure I better be prepared," she said with a shrug. "My map skills have gotten rusty and I want to make sure I'm in top form when my orders come."

"You mean these?" Lew asked, holding up an envelope. Meg reached forward to take it from him but Lew pulled his hand out of reach, smirking. "What, no reward for the mail carrier?" he asked and she rolled her eyes.

"What kind of reward? I'm not paying you to bring me my mail when I'm perfectly able to go get it myself."

"I don't mean money Meg," he teased before lifting his hand up to tap his lips expectantly.

So this was how it was going to be between them now? A romantic New Year's and now he was expecting kissing to become a regular thing between them? Still, she couldn't say she was disappointed in this so she stepped forward to give him what he wanted.

She felt Lew's smirk against her mouth as he returned her kiss hungrily, bringing both his arms to wrap around her waist.

"Alright alright," she finally said when she heard the sound of her letter crinkling in his hand, detaching her lips from his and prying herself out of his grip. "My letter if you please."

Lew handed it over reluctantly and Meg tore it open, ignoring his saddened face as her eyes skimmed the page.

"Well?" Lew asked after Meg had stayed silent for almost a minute.

"Nothing too exciting," she said as she read it again. "I'm to report back to Westminster next week and it's expected I'll be there for the next few months."

"Why send you to Aldbourne if they're just going to continue sending you other places?" Lew asked. "Don't they realize every time you leave it breaks our American hearts?"

"Oh shove off," Meg said with a smirk and a blush as she shoved his arm, walking past him to set her orders on the table. "Lew," she said softly, turning to look at him. "Will you visit me again? If you have a 48-hour pass I mean." The request was daring and she knew it. Still, she couldn't keep her mouth shut; she wanted him to say yes.

"When you're in Westminster? Of course. I don't plan on visiting you if you have to go back to occupied France again though. Too many Germans for my taste."

Meg smiled at his joke, glad he could find humor in her France situation. She had been worried it would be the elephant in the room, constantly making things awkward between them. She knew he was still upset at having to see her like that but joking about it meant he was doing a little better. She wondered if he'd joke about it if he knew what exactly her mission had involved. She didn't think he'd approve of what she was required to do with the General, and she didn't know how that made her feel. On the one hand, it was nice to know someone cared about you enough to get angry over something like that. On the other hand, it was frustrating that someone could claim to care about you, yet not let you do what you felt you had to do to protect your country.

"Well, let me know when you've got your pass so I know when to expect you," she said, walking over to take his hands in hers. "And as much as I love them, please don't bring Dick or Harry with you."

"Just me, got it," Lew said, gulping lightly when she stepped forward, tilting her head up to brush her lips across the bottom of his jaw. She hadn't seen this side of Lewis Nixon before: the nervous schoolboy. It was almost like he was wringing his hands over his first kiss. But if he wanted kissing to become a regular thing for them, she was more than willing to oblige. "I take it I should expect letters too?" he asked, trying and failing to stay focused on the conversation and not her lips making their way down his neck.

"Oh!" Meg said suddenly, rushing away from him and over to her desk. "I have something for you," she said as she walked over to the table and set the two sheets of paper down.

"What's that?" Lew asked, walking up to wrap his arms around her from behind. She smiled to herself as she felt his chest rise and fall against her back. It was comforting. A small voice in the back of her head was telling her they were moving too fast. The kissing and the hugging; it was too much too soon. Less than a week ago they weren't being openly affectionate with each other and now all of a sudden they were acting like a couple. She knew this was dangerous, but a larger part of her brain didn't care. For the past couple years, the only comfort she'd gotten from someone was Adam or the General. Did she even consider what she got from the General as comfort? She wasn't sure, but it felt good to be comforted by someone else for a change.

"It's Adam's and my code," Meg said, trying to ignore his breath on her neck as she set up the papers. "This sheet has the alphabet on it once. This one has it twice. When you send or receive a letter, it can be coded."

"I see, and how is it coded exactly?"

Meg smiled as she leaned over to show him.

"Adam and I always start with the sixth letter, so maybe it would be best if we did that too. The code switches with each line of text. For example," Meg started before pulling away and going back to her desk, pulling a letter out. "This is a letter Adam sent me when I was in Westminster."

Meg proceeded to show Lew the code she and her brother had invented. It was complicated, but it was necessary if you didn't want enemies to read your letters.

"I hope I understand this when I have to use it or I'm afraid all your letters will go unread," Lew said when she finished explaining. She laughed.

"You'll get it. Besides, if Adam stays with the 101st like he's supposed to, he can help you decipher them."

"Do you really want your brother reading your letters to me?" Lew asked, cocking his eyebrow at her. "Because I know I don't."

Meg blushed.

True to his word, Lew wrote to Meg at least twice a week when she was back in Westminster. She replied back just as enthusiastically, but her job kept her busier this time around. Montgomery was changing plans of the Operation and for some reason he felt Meg was the best one to help him with it. Not that she was complaining. It was nice to be appreciated and have someone recognize your abilities. The two spent many days discussing and debating this and that, causing many of the men to grow frustrated.

Meg wondered if they would be as annoyed if she were a man. After all, she assumed most of them didn't feel the position she held should be in the hands of a woman. "Girl" was the term she had heard whispered most often. She was roughly half the age of most of the men there and apparently they felt that an inadequate age to be involved in all this. No matter that she had years of experience as an agent and could probably outshoot all of them; no matter that she had probably been closer to a German than half the men in the room; she was a woman and therefore unfit for the role she had been put in.

It frustrated her. Day after day she put up with this ridicule, wondering when it would end and they would finally accept her.

She had voiced her thoughts to both Adam and Lew but neither seemed as concerned as her over the matter. In fact, if she was being completely honest with herself, she felt that both men agreed with the British officers to a degree. Sure, they both defended her honor and told her how unfortunate it was, but she knew deep down they both felt somewhat similarly.

Adam no doubt felt he should have been chosen in place of her. It hurt, because he knew what she had been through and he knew what she was capable of. Still, she knew he felt a small bit of annoyance and disappointment that she had been chosen for the assignment instead of him.

As far as Lew was concerned, she pegged his feelings down as just uninformed. Unlike Adam, Lew didn't know what she had been through all these years. Nor would he ever find out, for the safety of both her and him. For all she knew, Lew thought her agent duties went as far as spying from rafters and passing cryptic notes. If it hadn't been for their episode after her visit with the General, she knew he would never have guessed she was so close to the enemy.

With each letter, she pushed her annoyances further and further out of the picture. Both men sympathized with her, but it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted someone who supported her 150%.

So she wrote to Marco. She told him everything she had been going through with the group of officers and how it was making her feel. She told him about her sadness at the apparently lack of support from Adam and Lew, and how all she wanted was for them to recognize her as the powerful agent she was.

And as always, Marco wrote back singing her praises. Adam always asked her when they were younger if it annoyed her to read how much Marco cared for her. He had used the word "embarrassing" and even referenced wanting to vomit out of the sick sweetness in the words. Still, Meg always knew a letter from Marco could cheer her up. They never disappointed.

On the first of March, Meg got the letter she had been waiting for. Lew had a 48-hour pass for that coming weekend. As she read over his words, she suddenly became nervous. What exactly was she expecting to happen on his visit? What did she hope would happen?

Realizing her thoughts were less than innocent, she began to second guess herself, something she seemed to do whenever the Lieutenant was involved.

Was it appropriate to be having these thoughts about a married man? Of course not. But was it understandable? Completely. She was a grown woman who had spent most of her life risking her life for others. She had been unhappy for a very long time and she deserved something that would make her whole again. Still, she knew that something shouldn't be a married man.

Then again, Lew seemed perfectly willing to go along with the tryst. Shouldn't it be him worrying about it all, not her? After all it was his wife, his life that he was throwing away for Meg. She wasn't giving anything up, unless one counted her heart. However no matter how much she tried to convince herself of this, that nagging voice in the back of her mind kept pestering her about it.

"Stop it," she said under her breath, finally deciding that no matter what happened that weekend, it was for the best. She wasn't going to let anything get in the way of them spending some much-needed time together.

She knew it was silly of her, but as soon as she got off of work that evening, Meg headed to the nearest dress shop to find something new to wear. She hadn't seen Lew in a while and she wanted to remind him of what he was missing without her around Aldbourne. She couldn't be wearing a dress she'd worn around him multiple times already. It had to be someting exciting and new that would knock his socks off.

"Special occasion?" the owner of the shop said and Meg sighed. She knew this was a foolish idea, especially with the rationing. Still, she wanted to impress the hell out of Lew. She wanted to make sure he didn't regret visiting her.

"A friend of mine is getting off on a 48-hour pass this weekend and I wanted to look my best," she explained, feeling very foolish.

"I have just the thing," the woman said with a knowing smile, pulling Meg over into a corner. "Just delivered from Southampton," the woman told her in reference to the dress they stopped in front of.

Looking at it, Meg grinned.

"It's perfect."

Lew was planning to get into London at suppertime that Friday. He had asked Meg to meet him at the train station and so there she stood, waiting for him bundled up in her winter coat. Despite it being March, the weather was still nippier than usual, something she wasn't too thrilled about. Winter coats made everything so much of a hassle. Underneath she had her new dress on and she hoped they would go out so he could appreciate her in it. He certainly wouldn't be seeing it if they stayed out in the cold.

"Meg!" she heard Lew call out and she turned to see him coming in the opposite direction from where she had been facing. A smile lit up her face as she hurried over and met him halfway, pulling him in for a hug. It felt like it had been forever since his arms had been around her. She had missed the feeling of security.

"It's so good to see you," she said before brushing off his shoulders. "And I can never get over how nicely you boys all look in your uniforms."

"We have to impress the ladies somehow," Lew told her before offering his arm. "So what's the plan for tonight? Anything exciting?"

"Oh," Meg said, growing silent as her smile fell. "I thought you would have had ideas of what you wanted to do, like last time when you and Harry visited." Suddenly she felt foolish. She was the hostess; she should have planned things to keep them occupied while he was here. It wasn't up to him to make the plans; he wasn't the one who was living in London.

"Well, we'll figure something out," Lew responded tugging her forward. "But first let's find something to eat. I'm starving."

He treated her to a fancy dinner at an elegant restaurant. As they walked through the front door, Meg silently thanked God that she'd bought and worn this new dress. The restaurant was decked out to the nines and, with Lew in his Class As beside her, anything less than her dress would have been unacceptable.

As they ate, Meg asked Lew to fill her in on all the boys back at Aldbourne. He did so, somewhat reluctantly, telling her she needed to pick between the boys and the officers, she couldn't have both.

"I can care about whomever I want to care about Lewis Nixon," Meg scolded before taking a sip of her wine. "Besides, I was friends with them before I was friends with you."

"Touché," the Lieutenant said, knocking his whiskey glass against hers. It was already his second whiskey of the night and if she knew him as well as she thought she did, he was sure to have his flask hidden in a pocket somewhere.

"Lew," Meg started, preparing herself to lecture him on his drinking habits. However when he locked eyes with her, she lost her nerve. "I'm really glad you came to visit."

"So am I," he said as he set his glass down and reached out to take her hand in his. Looking at their hands, she was quick to notice that he wasn't wearing his wedding band. Knowing better than to say anything about it though, she looked back up at him and smiled.

"Did you get a hotel room this time?" Meg asked. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted his answer to be. If he said yes, they'd have to part ways soon and it would mean even less time spent together. If he said no however, that meant he was making the assumption he would be staying with her. That in turn meant he might be making the assumption about other things. Things she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about...

"Not yet," he said, his tone not giving away what his thoughts were on the subject.

"Well..." Meg began, bucking up the courage to speak her mind. "There's plenty of room where I'm staying, if we can sneak you in without anyone noticing."

Lew glanced at her, understanding exactly what she was saying. She was basically telling him he could stay with her, in her room, most likely on her bed. This was a big step for them and suddenly she wondered if she shouldn't have said anything. Her second thoughts reminded her that their first kiss had only happened two months ago, and since then they hadn't spent more than a few days together. Normal relationships between a man and woman didn't happen this quickly. Then again, this wasn't a normal relationship between them.

"I can be quiet," he replied, tossing her a wink. "Besides, we'll just stay out until the early hours of the morning and everyone else will be asleep anyway."

His argument seemed legitimate, so she smiled, clutching his arm tighter and resting her cheek against it as they walked.

After finishing dinner they decided to hit a local dancehall. Meg had been wanting to go but had no one to go with, unless you counted Captain Norris, which she didn't. With the perfect dance partner here, she found she couldn't resist the temptation.

"Just one dance," she pleaded a few minutes later, when Lew realized exactly where they were going. "I promise I'll buy you your next whiskey." She knew she shouldn't be supporting his bad habit but maybe she could convince the bartender to water it down a bit.

"I'm not gonna make you buy me a drink," Lew chuckled as he slowly gave in, putting up less and less resistance as they continued toward the entrance. "I'm just not sure I want to make a fool of myself in front of all these people."

"Lew," Meg said with a roll of her eyes, never letting go of his arm. "Firstly, you were a society-bred boy so I doubt your dancing is that terrible. Second, you're never going to see any of these people ever again, so who cares what they think?"

He was about to argue against both points so she turned to him and batted her eyelashes.

"You won't even do it for me?"

He stared at her for a second, taking in the pathetic sight of her begging him to dance with her. Letting out a teasing groan of frustration, he nodded to the door, allowing her to pull him inside. Seeing he had conceded, a grin broke out on her face.

She felt like a child again, one who had been told her birthday was coming a week early. She knew she was being ridiculous, but right now she didn't care. She just wanted to have fun again, something her life had been missing since returning to London. Practically tossing her coat at the coat check, she pulled Lew out onto the floor, grinning wider when she recognized the song.

"I love this song!" she cried as she turned to him, taking his hands in hers. Seeing the excitement in her eyes, Lew gave in completely, taking her in his arms and swinging her around the floor. She thought about commenting on his impressive dance skills he seemed to have been hiding but thought better of it. She didn't want to tease him into leaving her on the dance floor.

They danced for what felt like hours, dancing to every beat of song imaginable. If Lew didn't know a dance, Meg taught it to him. She wasn't about to sit a single one out.

By the time they decided to call it a night, it was almost one in the morning. Grabbing their coats, they headed off down the road, back to Westminster.

"We have to be very quiet," Meg whispered as they walked arm in arm.

"Shhh," Lew scolded, his tone stating that he was not entirely sober. However Meg assumed he spent most of his nights at this level of intoxication so she didn't let it bother her. She'd worry about it later.

The two of them scurried across the street and up the front steps of the South Rotunda, coming to a stop outside the door.

"Alright remember, it's the third floor, fifth room on the right. Number 311," Meg whispered quickly, suddenly nervous that they might get caught. Although there were no rules against her having male visitors, and she certainly was old enough to make adult decisions, she didn't know how the British officers would feel if they heard about it. They already seemed to dislike her, she didn't need to give them more reason.

"Got it," Lew said, smirking as she pulled her arm away from him and walked into the building. After nodding to the clerk at the desk, she turned and trotted up the stairs, eager to get to her room before Lew entered the building.

Rushing inside, she pulled off her coat and threw it on a nearby chair, checking herself over in the mirror on the wall. She was attempting to fix some flyaways in her hair when a loud knock caused her to smirk and walk to the door, pausing before pulling it open.

"Hello," she said with a blush and Lew smirked, stepping in around her.

"Hello," he replied as she shut the door. "So this is your place huh?" he asked as he stepped in a slow circle, looking around them at the interior of the room. "Nice digs."

"Thank you," Meg replied, walking forward to stand by him.

Suddenly she felt awkward. What was he expecting now that they were in her room? To be completely honest, she wasn't quite sure what she was expecting. She knew what she secretly wanted to happen, but she knew it was both inappropriate and quite presumptuous to assume he wanted the same. Still

"Nice dress," Lew added, pulling Meg away from her worries. "Is it new? It looks good on you."

It frustrated her that he had waited until now to comment on the dress she had been wearing all night. Especially since she had bought it just for him. Still, she knew that from Lewis Nixon that was the best compliment she would get so she took it, smiling.

"Mhm I just bought it. The shopkeeper said it brought out my eyes."

"She was right," Lew said before stepping forward and slamming his lips against hers.

Meg felt herself go weak in the knees, taking hold of Lew's arms to keep herself from collapsing to the floor.

Heaven. Once again Meg felt like she was in heaven. Was this going to happen every time Lewis Nixon kissed her? Was she destined to feel this angelic bliss every time their lips touched? It was almost...sinful. Meg almost chuckled at the idea of heaven being sinful. Still, there was no other way she could describe what she was experiencing.

If someone had told her two years ago that all her sorrow and pain would be washed away, only to be replaced with happiness and pleasure, she would have laughed in their face. She had done a complete 180 since this time last year and she knew Lew was the reason. She hated to think where she would be if it weren't for him.

Smiling against his lips, she clutched his arms tighter, standing up on tiptoes to get a better angle to his mouth. Lew's left hand was trailing up and down her back while his right hand grasped her hip. One would think it was grasping her too tightly, Meg was sure it would bruise, but in fact it felt good to her. Unlike the General, Lew's firm grip only told her how much he wanted her with him. As much as she wanted him with her.

It didn't take long before she realized she wanted more of him. She wanted all of him. Letting go of his arms, she brought her hands up to the front of his jacket, beginning to unbutton the brass buttons. Now it was Lew's turn to smile against her mouth as he realized what she was doing. When she had the jacket undone, she slid it up and off his broad shoulders, letting it crumple at his feet behind them.

Lew made a noise of protest and attempted to pull his head away but she pulled him back.

"I have an iron," she said when she realized what he was about to say, barely letting their kiss stop. She pulled his suspenders off next, tugging his shirt up out of his pants. "Too many buttons," she said against his lips and he chuckled, letting go of her to help unbutton the shirt.

When that shirt was off, Meg almost groaned when she realized he still had his undershirt on. However Lew didn't seem too worried about that at the moment as he had moved his hands and was now trying to untie the sash at her lower back. After some struggling he succeeded, reaching up to pull her zipper down.

The noise of the zipper brought Meg back to reality, making her realize what exactly she was doing and who exactly she was doing it with.

What shocked her most was that she didn't care. She wanted this; needed this, and it had to be with Lew.

She couldn't remember the last time she had slept with someone that wasn't part of a mission. In fact, she had a feeling she hadn't actually slept with anyone who wasn't part of a mission. Her mind was a little hazy at the moment, but she was almost positive on that fact. And the only person who she had slept with in the last two years was the General.

She knew being with Lew would be much different. Different and needed. After the past two years with the General, didn't she deserve this? Didn't she deserve the opportunity to be intimate with someone who wasn't a mission? Who didn't treat her so horribly that she wished it would end? She deserved to feel beautiful again.

For the first time in months, the thought of Lew's wife and the fact that he was married never once crossed her mind. More than likely she would scold herself about it later, but for now she was so enthralled by all of him that her mind wasn't able to focus on anything else.

Letting the fabric of the dress pool at her feet, she broke the kiss and stepped out of the circle, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in the lamp light.

"This isn't fair," she said softly, not knowing what else to say. Lew laughed and reached up to pull his undershirt off, leaving him almost as unclothed as she was.

The moonlight poured into the room, giving them perfect light to see each other. As Meg stood there, she felt his scrutinizing gaze. Seeming to notice something, he stepped forward and traced his fingers across an oblong scar on her side. When his eyes locked on hers, she knew he was silently asking her what it was.

"That bullet I mentioned at Christmas," she said and he sighed, looking from her face to the wound. Then he surprised her by dropping down on his knees and placing a kiss on the scar, repeating the action over and over until all of it had been touched by his lips.

Meg raked her fingers through his hair, closing her eyes at how wonderful it all felt. His lips left her skin and she jumped when she felt his fingers trace over her thigh.

"My second visit to occupied France," she said, knowing what he was asking. She had a five inch slice across her thigh, nothing left but scar tissue, from when the General had gotten angry with her one night. Lew bent over and placed kisses along it as well.

Reaching for her arm, he stood up, holding out her wrist. She smirked when she saw the scar he was referring to.

"Jumping on the bed when I was six," she said and he let out a loud laugh before lifting her wrist to his mouth and kissing it as well.

"You're more trouble than you're worth," he said before picking her up in a basket hold and carrying her over to the bed. "But I think you're beautiful."

Meg smiled a true, genuine, happy smile as Lew lay her down and hovered above her, taking her all in with his eyes. His dog tags hung down and bumped against her skin, causing her to look at them. She smiled when she saw her ring still hanging with them. Reaching out to touch it, she looked up to lock eyes with him.

"Lew," she whispered softly, wrapping her hand around the chain and pulling him down to her. "Please."

It was a one-worded question but he knew what she was asking, and he was definitely going to fulfill her request.

Well? Yay? Nay?

Side note, I TOTALLY have a scar on my wrist from jumping on the bed. I was 11 though. Moral of the story? Our parents were right: you can get hurt jumping on the bed.

Double side note: still don't remember what I wanted to tell you guys. You know what's going to happen? As SOON as I hit post, I'm going to remember, then I'm going to have to wait a whole other week again. This ALWAYS happens to me. Always.

caught-offsides - Yay I'm glad you liked it! And if you liked the kiss, what did you think of this one? Haha thanks for the review!

LovingBOBThePacific - You're welcome for the reviews. Thank you for yours! And I listened to Captain Spiers: here's the update! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry there's no Joe haha.

LauRa-ReaDinG-XoX - I'm SOOO excited Skyfall makes you think of my story because I LOVE that song! I can't wait for that movie either haha. And yeah, what did you think of the progression of their relationship in this chapter? And don't worry, the war's coming up soon...Well, it's going on right now obvi, but their involvement is coming up soon haha. Thanks for the review!

SparkELee - Okay seriously, you need to stop. I think I read each of your reviews like, 5 times because they make me feel so good about my writing. I keep telling you my head's not going to fit through the door but this time I'm 100% serious. That was the most amazing, heartfelt, wonderful review I have ever gotten in my life and I don't even know what to say in response to it. I'm honestly, literally speechless. (Also my roomie/editor thinks you're awesome just because of your tattoo hahahaha) And in regards to your question: yes I have. I actually have about 150 (maybe 200 now, idk) stories on my computer that are in various stages of unfinishedness. I have an idea in my head that I think might actually turn into something good. I've written the first chapter but I'm toying around with some ideas etc. I'll let you know when/if I post the first chapter over on Fictionpress. And of course, although I think my response has said it more than enough haha, thank you very much for your review. Seriously. You say you sit around and wait for me to post the next chapter on Thursdays. On Fridays I sit around at work and wait for my phone to go off telling me you posted your review hahahaha. What a great relationship we have!

IceColdInAlex - I'm glad you felt that way about the boys' presence in the chapter. That's exactly what I was going for. Meg didn't necessarily need the boys there to talk to etc. She's obviously more of a "keep it all to myself" kind of girl. She needs them to be around so she knows she's loved and cared for. And that's what I tried to portray in the boys so I'm glad you got that. Thanks for your review! Let me know what you thought of all this!

paintmyworlddarkblue - Exactly. I wanted her relationships with the boys to be special. I mean, I'm not going to go and say they're all besties with her etc, but she is the only girl around so I'm sure there's that male instinct to want to protect her and care for her to some extent. That's what I think they all kinda do. And yeah, my horse is ridic. I post pics of him on my Twitter sometimes (I think...haha). I went riding this past weekend for the first time in a LOOONG time and my legs are so ridiculously sore STILL. It's not even funny. Thanks for the review! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!