A/N: I am so very sorry, I did warn you all that this week would be hectic; hopefully it'll calm down a bit now. I'm uploading two chapters today as penance. I hope you're still enjoying these little things, they're almost over. It'll be a while before I start the responses but I will be getting around to it eventually so if you want to add me to Author Alert you'll see it as soon as they're up.
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Disclaimer in chapter one.
Kate,
Wow, I'm exhausted, we've traveled so far these past couple of days, made many, many stops and even managed to get a few interviews done. The best thing by far though is the fact that this damned tour is nearly over. I can't believe that next Saturday I'll finally be able to see you again. I'm going to hug you and squeeze you and never ever let you go again. This has been pure Hell, there's no two ways around it.
This pizza isn't that great, it's too late to go and buy real food and you've gotten by all these years worshiping that Styrofoam temple and look great, there has to be some logic to it.
Quick question, next time we get pizza will you just let me order it? You always ask for the special and end up picking it to pieces. You take off the peppers, always throwing them on my plate may I add, and eat the olives first. You always do something like that, we order Chinese and you wont eat the duck and orange together, you have to eat them separately. It's a cute little quirk of yours that I noticed; no one else seems to notice that you're kind of a fussy eater. It's like one of those special little secrets that only I know.
I remember a couple of weeks after we go together, after an exhausting case featuring a serial killer and a couple of phone calls to Alexis and my mother and you to your dad we fell on the bed, cuddled up together, holding on to each other. It was so quiet and I brushed your hair back and, dear lord, for a small stomach it can't half make a noise. You were so embarrassed and did that little gravity defying blush, apologizing profusely.
Just sitting with you, in our barely lit bedroom and feeding each other lukewarm and slightly too greasy pizza I realized three things. One, I want to do silly little things like this with you everyday. Two, even with cheese one your chin you look beautiful and three I love you more than anything.
'T' is for 'Take Away' and the tales that go along with it.
I love you.
Rick.