Payb Takes Book 3

Waiting

August 15, 3:30am:

I yawn as I look at your, my dear husband's, text saying you're now on board your flight home. I smile and pray for your safe travel home. Finally, my days of waiting for your return is now down to sixteen hours and thirty minutes.

Exhausted and comforted by the thought of your return, I succumb to sleep which has been calling me for hours now.

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I wake up with renewed vigor and spark for the day, welcoming the sun that lights the day of your homecoming. A few hours after it sets, you will be here and that idea thrills me to the bones.

"Good morning!" I grin to the city as I open the blinds and blink over and over through the bright light that greets me.

I look up at the blue sky and wonder which part of the world you are flying over at that moment. "See you soon, Love." I whisper before continuing on with the day.

I prance through activities of the day like a unicorn on a rainbow. Suddenly, everything seems magical and sparkly and peachy and fluffy. I can't stop grinning or smiling or laughing because everytime the thought of finally being in your arms tonight crosses my mind, I feel a tickle from the pit of my stomach that spreads out through my veins.

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That sun sets and hours later, your plane lands.

You are now on the same metropolis I stand on and maybe if I concentrate hard enough I can sense the exact spot you are on like some kind of special power. Hey, you can't blame a girl for dreaming especially if that girl has had all her dreams come true so far, including being the wife of the greatest guy in the world.

You text me as soon as your plane landed. I am in the makeup chair and can only manage one reply.

We already know I have a shoot tonight and that you'll actually be home before me. You joked about me getting back at you for and making you wait this time.

That's not true at all, if it was up to me, I will be waiting at home for you, with a hot meal and bath ready to help you relax after your long trip home. I will give you ginger tea with lemon and honey and a massage before cuddling up next to you in bed. *sigh*

Well, I guess, those could wait til later after my photoshoot. Atleast the not-so-warm dinner will still be there waiting for you together with the tea I steeped that you can heat up.

My phone beeps again and it's a message from you saying you're on the ride home, asking if you could call. You can't. I'm in the middle of poses and just sneaked in texting you.

Time check: 9:00pm. It's been over two hours since you landed and I'm pretty sure Mama Ten has left you by now and you could be sitting all alone at home. I wish this shoot doesn't drag on because I really want to go home.

I send a few messages to you but you did not answer. You probably fell asleep. That's good. You should rest. A nap would help. I hope you ate though and took the medicine I prepared for you before you did.

The hours went on as I smile in front of the camera, I am suffering inside because all I really want to be right now is beside you.

I try calling you during a break in the shoot around midnight but you don't answer. So what I thought was a nap has turned to deep slumber. My heart breaks at the thought of you sleeping alone in our room on your first night home from your trip.

I excuse myself and go to the bathroom because I feel hot tears starting to brim my eyes and a painful lump on my throat rising to a sob.

Six hours since you landed and we're still not together. I close my eyes and let the tears flow quietly as I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, whispering to an empty room.

"Wait for me. Wait for me, Love. I'm sorry."

To be continued...

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Unbeta'ed and not proofread.

Sneaking in another update in the afternoon. Sorry. I can't sit still for more than thirty minutes to write a long update.

Thank you for reading. ❤️