Okay this is the one shot I had in a contest on another site...I hope you all enjoy it, but please don't cry too much...thats right this one has a major TISSUE ALERT!
I loved writing this one and had wanted to write it for a long time. My brother is a Marine and I know first hand what the family goes through.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight Characters. I just love to play with them....
As we walked hand and hand over to the bus that was taking him away from me for god knows how long, I couldn’t say anything to him. Not an I love you, be safe, or anything. He was leaving me to go face an enemy that was fierce, one that would kill him, and they wouldn’t have a problems doing it. He was leaving me, his wife, to fight for his country.
Mike and I had been married for what seemed like a life time. We were high school sweet hearts, prom queen and king and all that crazy shit. Shit that didn’t mean anything now. Real life was no slapping me in the face. I was totally in a daze, an out of body like experience. I didn’t want to think about what was happening because if I really did, I would be in hysterics.
Mike was almost done with his time as a Marine, then 9/11 happened and now the love of my life was leaving me to go over and fight the bastards. What if he didn’t come back to me? What would I do?
I couldn’t think about that now, I had to put on a brave face for Mike and tell him to come home to me. I had to be the good military wife and be strong for him. I couldn’t break down here and let all his men see me break down. I had to let him know I love him and need him.
“I love you. I’ll write you like every day, I promise.” I said as the tears were streaking down my cheeks. He dried them with his thumbs and kissed my forehead. Lingering there for a few minutes then brushing his lips over my skin there down to the tip of my nose. “You have to come back to me.” I whispered.
“I will Bella I promise you, I will come back. I love you.” I closed my eyes and waited for his lips on mine. Once I felt them I moaned, I would miss his touch, his lips… I loved his hands and lips on my skin, I would even miss his dirty socks on the living room floor, the ones I yelled at him a million times to pick up and they are still there when I come back to clean.
He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue crease my bottom lip. I parted my lips and granted the entrance he was asking. Our tongues dancing to a divine tune that only he and I could hear.
