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Six Days Later.
"Lav... Lav... Lavender... I'm off to work. I'll see you later." I heard Brad speak.
I rolled over in the bed and hummed, still being half asleep as I clearly didn't want to wake up.
"I'm taking the twins to school then I'm working at the base for a few hours. Dee's here and I think Holland's coming over soon too so you might want to get up." I hummed again and buried the side of my face further into the pillow.
I felt Brad place a kiss on my cheek before I heard him walk out of the room. I proceeded to fall back asleep, being extremely tired from the night before.
Yes.
We did exactly what you're thinking of...
Brad and I stayed up until 1am arm doing a mixture of things together... Including yoga (which of course was an absolute disaster but it was also hilarious), arm wrestling (which Brad won by a mile), blanket fort building (which we destroyed while doing yoga) and he tried to teach me how to play the guitar which was also a disaster as I managed to break one of the guitar strings. Plus we ate a shit ton of buffalo wings because the kids were asleep by 7pm and we were bored and we could!
We're two grown adults and we can do what we want to do.
It was a great night. I mean I love the twins and cherish every moment I now get with them, but I also absolutely love my alone time with Brad. He'd worked everyday the past six days, then he comes home and helps with the twins and cooks dinner, if Dee and I haven't already done it, and then he usually falls asleep on the couch so I chuck a blanket over him and went to bed myself.
Yes, Brad's still sleeping on the couch at night, but now I really think he's doing it out of protection more then anything. Six days ago Brad told me they found Ralph in Australia... Three days ago they spotted him in Salt Lake City, Utah. He was getting closer... Well he was in the country so that terrified me more now.
But he told me over and over again that they were working on a plan to catch him, but I was not allowed to know any details.
And truthfully I didn't want to know. The more I knew the more scared I'd be. So the less I knew the better! I had all faith that between Brad, Dee, Holland, Pete, Katherine and whoever else was involved, that they were going to catch him.
For my mental health, I needed to not think about him at all. Which didn't really work because in my counseling sessions did exactly that, we talked about my time with him.
But I was getting help and getting better, that's all I cared about.
Anyway, I must have fallen back asleep for quiet some time. Only to awake to...
Someone poking my face?
"Pst Lav... Lav... Wake up." I groaned, swatting away the hand that was poking me.
