MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
When Stella got home, Peter was sound asleep on her couch. Looking at what he had nestled in his arms, he seen Michelle's photo album. The one that had all her pictures from birth to eighteen. Pictures of her nude, on a bear skin rug, pictures of her running through the house in her diaper. Her first steps, her recitals, and pageants.
Carefully lifting it from Peter's arms, Stella noticed he had it to the picture of her prom. The one where she was dressed in, the pure virginal silk white gown, topped with her crown that she had won at homecoming.
Placing the book down, Peter woke.
"Oh... hey Stella. How did it go?"
"It went good Peter. He understood. he also told me that our paths would cross again in the future, and we'd be together again."
"Well... we never do know about the future, do we Stella. So I'm going to head home, grade my papers, pack my bag, and I'll see you sunday morning, for the wedding."
Kissing her cheek, he left.
Picking up the album again, she noticed a picture missing from the last page. It was the one of Michelle standing over the Cliff's with her arms flailed wide, her hair blowing in the breeze and a angelic smile across her face and eyes.
Closing the album, Stella laughed. Her final thought being before she layed
down...
"Good thing Mac and her, made doubles."
Meanwhile...
When Peter got in the door, he heard the phone ring. Running into the penthouse he slipped on the wax floors, falling on his ass.
"God damn it, son of a bitch," he hissed at his elbow.
Reaching for the phone he said...
"Hi sweetheart, how you doing?"
"Hi Peter, missing you. Are you okay? You sound like you're in pain."
"I'm fine honey. How's your dad?"
"He's good too. We are just getting ready for our group yoga class. Then tomorrow night my dad and I take another long cuddling session on the beach. Watch the sunset, think of you..." she cried.
"Aww... don't do this Michelle. When you cry like this, I miss you so damn much, too. If you keep it up, I'm going to come up there and spend the last week with you."
"Promise?" she choked out.
"I'll tell you what sweetheart. You go have your yoga session with your dad. Then get a good nights sleep. Then tomorrow night, you can call me again. Maybe you'll even see me in your dreams along the beach. I love you, Michelle."
"I love you too, Peter. Night."
Hanging up the phone, Peter graded his papers in record time. He knew that the only thing he wanted on his mind next week, was his Michelle. He only hoped Mac wouldn't be upset that he interrupted their retreat.
Back at Stella's she was sitting out on the patio with the dogs. As she looked out to sea, her heart finally felt free, it was as if the lock had been removed, allowing only her love for her husband through. Watching the dogs play along the patio yard, she laughed. They were such beautiful animals, so loving , so bonded, even through their disabilities.
Calling them into the house, Stella locked the patio door, and headed upstairs to bed. Knowing in the morning, she had her grandsons wonderful wedding to look forward too. Heading into the shower, she left the door open. Hearing the running water, the dogs decided it was playtime for them.
Sneaking in, they jumped into the shower.
"Excuse me... this is my shower. I don't remember asking for company." she laughed.
"Woof, woof."
"Uhuh... I'm going to woof you out the door in a minute. Now get out, come on, out."
Jumping out of the shower, they shook themselves off. Deciding to get a little payback, they jumped up on the bed, and rolled all over Stella's sheets. Jumping down, they crawled into their beds and pretended to sleep.
Turning off the taps, Stella dried off and slipped into her nightgown. Then turning off the light, she climbed into bed.
"Aaaaaugh... what the.... Hero and Beauty, not nice."
Getting up they barked at Stella with sauciness.
"Don't you bark at me. It was my shower time, not yours."
After she had changed the sheets. She climbed in and closed her eyes. Not more then five minutes later, she felt one dog on each side of her. Smiling as she stroked them, she closed her eyes again, falling into sleep.
Carefully lifting it from Peter's arms, Stella noticed he had it to the picture of her prom. The one where she was dressed in, the pure virginal silk white gown, topped with her crown that she had won at homecoming.
Placing the book down, Peter woke.
"Oh... hey Stella. How did it go?"
"It went good Peter. He understood. he also told me that our paths would cross again in the future, and we'd be together again."
"Well... we never do know about the future, do we Stella. So I'm going to head home, grade my papers, pack my bag, and I'll see you sunday morning, for the wedding."
Kissing her cheek, he left.
Picking up the album again, she noticed a picture missing from the last page. It was the one of Michelle standing over the Cliff's with her arms flailed wide, her hair blowing in the breeze and a angelic smile across her face and eyes.
Closing the album, Stella laughed. Her final thought being before she layed
down...
"Good thing Mac and her, made doubles."
Meanwhile...
When Peter got in the door, he heard the phone ring. Running into the penthouse he slipped on the wax floors, falling on his ass.
"God damn it, son of a bitch," he hissed at his elbow.
Reaching for the phone he said...
"Hi sweetheart, how you doing?"
"Hi Peter, missing you. Are you okay? You sound like you're in pain."
"I'm fine honey. How's your dad?"
"He's good too. We are just getting ready for our group yoga class. Then tomorrow night my dad and I take another long cuddling session on the beach. Watch the sunset, think of you..." she cried.
"Aww... don't do this Michelle. When you cry like this, I miss you so damn much, too. If you keep it up, I'm going to come up there and spend the last week with you."
"Promise?" she choked out.
"I'll tell you what sweetheart. You go have your yoga session with your dad. Then get a good nights sleep. Then tomorrow night, you can call me again. Maybe you'll even see me in your dreams along the beach. I love you, Michelle."
"I love you too, Peter. Night."
Hanging up the phone, Peter graded his papers in record time. He knew that the only thing he wanted on his mind next week, was his Michelle. He only hoped Mac wouldn't be upset that he interrupted their retreat.
Back at Stella's she was sitting out on the patio with the dogs. As she looked out to sea, her heart finally felt free, it was as if the lock had been removed, allowing only her love for her husband through. Watching the dogs play along the patio yard, she laughed. They were such beautiful animals, so loving , so bonded, even through their disabilities.
Calling them into the house, Stella locked the patio door, and headed upstairs to bed. Knowing in the morning, she had her grandsons wonderful wedding to look forward too. Heading into the shower, she left the door open. Hearing the running water, the dogs decided it was playtime for them.
Sneaking in, they jumped into the shower.
"Excuse me... this is my shower. I don't remember asking for company." she laughed.
"Woof, woof."
"Uhuh... I'm going to woof you out the door in a minute. Now get out, come on, out."
Jumping out of the shower, they shook themselves off. Deciding to get a little payback, they jumped up on the bed, and rolled all over Stella's sheets. Jumping down, they crawled into their beds and pretended to sleep.
Turning off the taps, Stella dried off and slipped into her nightgown. Then turning off the light, she climbed into bed.
"Aaaaaugh... what the.... Hero and Beauty, not nice."
Getting up they barked at Stella with sauciness.
"Don't you bark at me. It was my shower time, not yours."
After she had changed the sheets. She climbed in and closed her eyes. Not more then five minutes later, she felt one dog on each side of her. Smiling as she stroked them, she closed her eyes again, falling into sleep.