November 11th - 09:45 AM

"Wake up," Lance said to Pidge, pressing his lips to her temple.

Pidge groaned and turned the other way, pulling the blanket over her head.

"Come on, sleepy head," Lance said, pulling the blankets off of her. "I've got something planned for us today."

"But it's so early." Pidge said. She stretched her arms above her head. Lance took this as his opportunity to begin tickling Pidge. "LANCE!" Pidge screamed before she started crying with laughter.

"Oh look who's awake now!" Lance said as Pidge sprung from the bed finally out of tickling range.

"You're cruel." Pidge said, doing her best to hide a smile.

"I made coffee."

"I might forgive you." Pidge said as she walked out to the kitchen. Lance trailed behind her as she stepped into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. She took a sip of coffee and sighed. "Okay you're forgiven." She kissed him.

"So about the day that I have planned." Lance said. "We're gonna need to go shopping first, for supplies of course."

"Oh naturally," Pidge said, setting her coffee down on the bar and flashing an expression as if she knew exactly what Lance was talking about.

Lance pressed a kiss to her forehead, "You're gonna enjoy this!" Lance commented before walking to the bedroom to change.

November 11th - 01:00 PM

Pidge and Lance finally arrived back into their apartment, their arms bearing bags from a nearby Hobby Lobby. They got rid of their load in the living room, and Lance sat on the couch excitedly searching through the Bags.

"So what is all this about?" Pidge asked. She took off her coat and draped it over the recliner. She joined him on the couch as he pulled out a wooden box that was stained ebony.

"It's something that I want to make with you." Lance said as he cleared the bags off the coffee table and set the box in their place. He then dug through the bags and pulled out the stickers and markers that they picked out.

"Are you gonna tell me what it is?" Pidge asked

"It's a memory box." Lance replied.

"A memory box?"

"Yes, we're gonna decorate the top, and then inside we're gonna put small things that remind us of dates or pictures of various things that mean the most to us."

"Lance-" Pidge started

"Oh we need drinks." Lance said, jumping up and running into the kitchen. He emerged a few minutes later with mugs of hot chocolate. He handed Pidge her mug and sat on the couch.

"Thank you." Pidge said. She set it on the coffee table, "Lance what is this about?"

"There's nothing about it." Lance said, "I just wanted to do this for us….for you."

Ah there it was the reason why he pulled her out of bed so early in the morning. And as much as it stirred up the nausea in her stomach she moved to sit on the floor in between the coffee table and the couch. She patted the space next to her and Lance followed suit.

"What did you have in mind for the lid?" Pidge asked as she picked up the sticker packet.

Lance smiled at her and they put their heads together to design the best damn memory box anyone had ever seen.

November 20th - 02:30 AM

Lance closed the leather bound journal that he had been writing in. The black ink pen was just about out of ink. Setting the pen down he flipped through the previous entries dating back to January. They were all letters and they were addressed to Pidge. The topics ranged from the adventures they had over the last year to letters intended for the future. Those were for the nights, after he was gone when Pidge didn't have the strength to get out of bed let alone leave the house. He had cried for her after each letter he wrote. He couldn't imagine the pain she was going to feel when the cancer finally took him.

He looked over at Pidge who was asleep next to him. She had the comforter pulled up to her chin and her head bowed slightly as if she was sniffing the blanket. She had been asleep for a while now and had barely stirred when Lance turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

Now he reached over to brush the hair from her face. She stirred ever so slightly before letting a sigh escape through her lips. Lance smiled and took the time to commit the sight to memory.

Pushing the covers back he climbed from the bed and walked to where they had set the memory box. It was sitting on the dresser, the ebony box covered with stickers of lions and stars. Lance opened the box and removed pictures of them and small trinkets and arm bands from events. He smiled at the arm bracelet from the state fair and the Kiss on the ferris wheel flitting across his mind.

Once he had emptied the box he set the leather bound journal on the bottom. He then replaced each item one by one reminiscing over them. Finally after every Item was placed back in the box he looked at his right wrist where the cord bracelet was tied. He ran his fingers over the bracelet for a moment or two before undoing the knot that held it securely to his wrist. He placed it on the very top, but before doing so he kissed it in hopes that whenever Pidge opened the box and grabbed this bracelet she would feel the kiss herself. No matter the time, no matter the place, he wanted to be sure that she felt him with her always.

He closed the box and made his way back over to the bed. As he climbed in he felt the exhaustion seep through his body. It felt like it was pulling him into the mattress, and it was never going to let him go. It took everything in him to scoot closer to the sleeping body next to him and pull her into his arms.