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Summary: the main character and James have been dating for three years now, James went touring with the band for a couple of months but he's finally back.
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A few months passed, I had finished my undergrad and was almost done with my graduate program. It was one of those times where James was supposed to be back Friday but he had texted me late in the evening, apologetic to tell me that he wouldn't be home until the next day, the tour with the band has been pretty hard and busy.
I decided to go up to the house anyway, it helped to be someplace where I could still feel surrounded by him when he wasn't home. My dynamic had grown since the first time I gave into each other. He was supportive, comforting, took care of me, and gave me the safety to turn my mind off for a bit, all while still encouraging my independence, my pursuits and for me to grow.
After a week of exams, I needed the stillness that came with handing the reins over to him. My last exam had been particularly difficult and I couldn't think of a better way to release some of that stress than by baking. I smiled as I fixed myself some tea, thinking about surprising James with cookies when he got home, then went to work getting the ingredients together; completely at home in his kitchen. Once they were done I set the cookies out to cool.
After the capricious wave of stress, I had been riding all week, I was exhausted. I knew it was futile to try to continue reading the book I'd left there last time, and instead I made my way to the spare bedroom then crawled into bed, hoping to sleep away the rest of my stress.
I woke up feeling groggy and untethered. It was early morning according to my phone; I groaned, wishing I could have slept a few more hours. The smell of coffee wafted into my room, and I perked up both at the promise of coffee and almost more importantly, the promise of seeing James. I grabbed the stuffed otter James had gotten me on one of his business trips to Seattle then made my way to the living room where I saw him sitting on the couch, coffee mug in hand.
James heard the quiet shuffling of someone walking across the hardwood and turned to see his baby girl in just one of his t-shirts and your panties, carrying your favourite stuffier. He had missed you, and wished he had been able to be there that week for your exams but things in the band were getting worse, and he was left with no choice but to extend his journey.
"Aww, there's my sleepy head." He set his mug down on the side table, patted his thigh then slung his arm over the back of the couch as I shuffled towards him. "How'd your exams go? Did you sleep alright?"
I let out a grunt, scrubbing the sleep from my eyes as I straddled his thigh, threw an arm around his shoulder and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder. I was quiet for a moment as I settled into him.
