Re: "MaCalleigh....What Could've been".
Meanwhile...
Ted was sorting through his father's torture plans that had made for Mac, even though he knew he would have to change them, most of them seemed horrorific enough to use.
"Now...all I need to do is find an abandoned warehouse or building to put my equipment in, then, all will be ready for little Macalleigh and Horatio".
*Ring, ring*. "Hello".
"Ted Dawson, this is the Electrical company calling, you had informed us you'd be setting up new residence, have you gotten the address yet"?
"No...I'm still looking, I have two places in mind, I just need to wait for one to lower the price".
"Well...that's fine Mr.Dawson, but we are in our busy season, it could be weeks before we get you all hooked up now, we've tried out best to accommodate you".
"I understand, but please be patient, I'm sure an extra added bonus will help you see it my way".
"That could work, just give us a call soon, I'll do my best to keep each day open, and remember..it's only one hour bookings".
"I understand, and thank you for you co operation, it's greatly appriciated".
After hanging up the phone, Ted left to speak with the two owner's, for before the night the was over, he'd have one of them drop their price.
Over at the Taylor's, Macalleigh was finishing up the dishes with her mom.
"So...how does it feel to be a cheerleader, was it everything you thought it'd be"?
"So far, though some of the girls are kinda snobbish, they seem to think they are all that".
"That's normal love, you'll find that everywhere you go, were you asked many questions today"?
"A few, but I got through it, I'm finding that school is two sided, some believe you, but others think you've asked for it, or caused it".
"I'm sorry love, I really thought people would be forgetting by now, and had moved on with something new".
After dishes, Macalleigh headed upstairs to send an e-mail to Horatio.
"Good evening my Prince, it's your Princess Macalleigh, writting to inform you you are in my thoughts. Not a second has gone by that I haven't seen you in my vision, your smile, your eyes, your firery red hair, and strong muscled body. Mmmm...my darling Horatio, just to hold you in my arms again, feel your warmth, your kiss, your soft, gentle hands caress my arms, keeping me warm. I've written a very special poem for you, here it is......".
My handsom Knight, of firery red,
I cannot wait, till we once wed.
With flower's and Angel's as they sing,
carrying our rings, upon their wings.
Though this future is far away,
your warmth is always close to stay.
Keeping our hearts, blending into one,
underneath the NY/Miami bright sun.
I love you my Knight, in passion, in dream,
as we sleep, meeting at our place of peace.
Where we hold, love, & whisper sweet songs,
that seem to forever carry us together as one.
Love your Angel. xoxo
Closing her notebook, Macalleigh got down to doing her homework.
Returning to his room, Horatio turned on his computer, and found the little envelope flashing.
"Hmmm....what are we up too my angel"?
Openeing the letter, he read it, and as he got to the poem, he almost melted, never in his life, had he had someone so giving, so loving, who cared only about the beauty of the world, or of other's, and she was right, one day he would be her husband, and the angels would be flying around them with their rings on their wings.
"So beautiful my Macalleigh, so beautiful".
Closing the notebook, he'd send her letter later, for if he didn't get cracking on that homework, his dad would be cracking him.