Chapter 8: The Weeks Go By

It had been a month and a half since Veronica had headed off to her internship and Weevil had kept himself busy, between moving into and working on the house, working at Angels shop and working with Keith the time was just flying by. He heard from Veronica every day, in the morning it was a couple of texts while she got ready for her day, then a few more when she was able to get a break in and finally they would talk on the phone every night. Weevil would grab a beer and sit out on the front porch, listening to her tell him about her day; there were times when he'd have a bunch of questions for her and then there were days where they would talk about nothing staying on the phone for the simple fact that hearing the other was a way to get through the night.

It had become a routine, one Weevil had easily settled into…sometimes he even imagined this was what it would be like if she had decided to go to school out-of-state, but he would snort and shake his head. Because if that had happened Weevil would have went after her. That was neither here nor there though, because Veronica had stayed in Neptune. Running a hand over his smooth head he looked at the clock on his nightstand, he had a good twenty minutes before she'd call that gave him time to have something quick to eat before he started packing for his trip out there. Looking around his room Weevil sighed he still couldn't figure out where June and the first week of July went.

Heading down the hall to the kitchen he felt his pocket, making sure that his phone was there as he went; easily digging through the contents of his fridge Weevil pulled out the left over pizza setting it on the counter he opened the box and grabbed a slice not wasting time in heating it up he ate it cold. He could almost hear his abuela lecturing him about heating it up first, they had the conversation several times in his life and it always ended with her shaking her head at him. Sighing he closed his eyes, god he missed her; Weevils biggest regret was that he hadn't been able to walk across the stage at graduation…sure he had gotten a diploma but he hadn't been allowed to go get it disappointing her for the last time since she had passed away while he had been locked up.

Pushing himself away from the counter he headed back to his room so he could pack while on the phone, and true to schedule she called right on time. Plugging in a pair of headphones into the phone he answered the call; a smile instantly spreading across his lips. "Hey babe." Weevil said as he walked to his dresser grabbing a couple of pairs of jeans.

"Hey you, how's my second favorite detective in Neptune?"

He growled softly and then laughed. "You'll have to call him and ask, but he was good when I left the office." Weevil said teasing her right back, her laughter flowed over the phone and made his heart race.

"I'll be sure to do that right after we talk. How was your day? Are you packed yet?"

Her questions made him smile; in fact he always smiled when he was talking to her on the phone. "My day was good, had my last meeting with my parole officer." He let that sink in, he was free. No more meetings or anything like that. "And I am packing right now as I talk to you."

"Last meeting? For good? We have to celebrate when you get here."

Her excitement for him was a relief she had pushed him to do better and that had made it easier. "Oh we will, we're going to celebrate in your bed."

"God is that all you can think about?"

Weevil grinned at the tone of her voice. "No, I can think about all the things we're going to do in that bed. You can ride my big ole hog like old times." He said not able to resist the old pick up line even as she snorted into the phone and he could picture her laying bed her blonde hair fanned out over the pillow as she laughed at him. "You're such a perv." The tone of Veronica's voice was teasing and soft. "Mama you love it."

"Call me crazy but I do."

A grin settled across his face as he tossed a pair of jeans into his suit case. "You better not only pack jeans and wife beaters." "No, I have a couple long sleeve shirts too, and that button up one you got for my birthday." Weevil said as he moved to his dresser grabbing the things he said he had packed already…because otherwise he'd have only wife beaters and t-shirts. "And dress pants, do you own dress pants?" Weevil rolled his eyes. "Aye mama, I own dress pants. I've even worn them out before." A hit of sarcasm slipped into his words, it was like she forgot that he had a big extended family and they did have events from time to time.

"Why exactly do I need them?" He asked even as he pulled upon a drawer to find said pants. "Our anniversary, I want to go out. Nothing to fancy just dinner." Weevil mentally cursed, he had completely forgotten about their anniversary in the mix of fixing the house up and working. "Right, well then consider them packed." He needed to get her something and not just the key to his new place.

"What's your flight information again?" Veronica asked but they both knew she knew it. "Supposed to land at five p.m. tomorrow, gate B6." He had it memorized, more because he'd never been on a plane before than anything else. "How are you getting there? Did dad say he would take you." Weevil sighed, she wasn't even here and she was stressing. "Wallace is actually dropping me off at the airport bright and early." There was a little sigh on her end and he knew it was relief that things were working out.

"Don't worry babe, everything is going to be fine." He couldn't wait to touch her, just hold her against him. "I should go, I have to finish up packing and get some sleep got a five-hour flight ahead of me." Another sigh and he itched to make it easier for her. "Alright. I just…tomorrow. I will see you tomorrow." "Yes you will." "God, I can't wait…it's been so long." He was silent for a moment because he agreed with her, a month and half was a long time when you had seen each other every day. "Sleep well, baby." Weevil said his voice soothing. "I love you." Veronica let out a breath and he smiled. "I love you too, sleep well…and Eli?" He tossed some boxers into his suitcase. "Yes Veronica?" Weevil said into the phone.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Saying it out loud, hearing her say it; made it all feel real and he couldn't wait for the morning.

A/N: Here's another chapter, I'm not sure how many more chapters to make this. But I still have a few more in mind...and maybe a couple one-shots coming up.

Lots of love.