Meant to be?

Your What...?

We sat in our den planning all the different aspects of our wedding.  The phone rang and James got up to get it, but not before pecking me on the cheek.

"Yes it is. What can I do for you?"

"...Oh man. Really?  I thought... oh... alright..."

"But I am busy.  I guess it is part of job. Alright thanks. I'll be ready..."

"Hey doll! Who was it?" I yeeled into the kitchen, to see James running his hand up and down his neck.

I heard him sigh and pound his fists on the table.  James mumbled something that I couldn't hear and stormed into the bedroom.

"What happened?"  I said chasing after him.

James sat down on the floor and looked up at me with sad eyes, "I'm being... deployed."

I stared at him in silence.  Slowly, I walked over toward him and sat down. 

"You never told me that you did this kind of stuff..."

"I went into basic training when I was 18.  I finished and thought I was done when they sent me to college... Apparently they need me now.  Please understand Ididn't plan this.  I wanted to be here to plan our wedding and live to together and...."  I quickly interrupted him by kissing his lips.

James relaxed a little under my touch but quickly pulled away.  He closed his eyes and hung his head.

"It's your duty. I understand.  Please don't regret any of this. I love you."  I kissed him again and we started to pack.

A few days after the call, I drove him to the airport and we said our good byes.  He would be back in a year and half and we would get this wedding thing ready.  But for now, plans were on hold.

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Author's Note: I apologize if my Army lingo is incorrect I don't know much about it but I needed something for him to do.  If it is, please let me know and I'll change it.  For the record james is 27... if that changes anything. haha enjoy

xoxo