As some of you may know, Babe is stationed in Puerto Rico right now. Cell service is spotty at best, and He can't always check in. On the rare occasions that He can, this is what I get:
This man.... this.. Big, intuitive, incredible, selfless man.. At 4:30AM, he sends me this. He knows what time I get up for work, He knows that I hate when He's gone. This man.. words can't even begin to describe what He means to me. He followed this up with "How did you sleep?" Anyone who knows me knows that I rarely sleep. The only time I do sleep well, is when Babe is home and I'm hidden practically underneath Him. He knows this. Instead of using the precious time He has to check in to vent or complain, He chooses to see how I'm doing. To ask what I need, if I'm ok, and how did I sleep. God... I miss Him.
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Big Hands, Big Feet, Big Boy (Reader's Choice Poll)
FanfictionFull-length story based off of the one shots found in my collection, "Bearded Bad Boys Do It Better". Out of a of the one-shots, this was the one you guys voted on in the poll. Here it finally is! Brantley and Kelly's story!