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CHAPTER 7 - Kiss and make up.

-2 YEARS LATER-

After a long and tiring day at work, I drove home, and went inside the house, really hoping to see him. I roamed all around the house, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t at the living room, he wasn’t at the kitchen, he wasn’t at our bedroom nor was he at the bathroom.

I plopped down on the couch and sighed out my frustration. Parker ran in front of me and jumped up on the couch. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I’m really upset and depressed by what has happened to Grant and I. It’s been two years since we’ve moved to LA,  and two years since we’ve been officially together. The first year was great, no doubt about that. We were both starting out, doing stuff we both wanted to, we were happy. The next year came, Grant’s career was taking off, and I got promoted as Editor-in-chief of the magazine company I was working for. He had show offers here and there, he couldn’t refuse. I was happy for him, really. He’s doing what he loves. But I can’t say the same for our relationship. We rarely see each other because our schedules coincide with each other. He’s home when I’m not, I’m home when he’s not. He get’s home when I’m asleep, I leave before he wakes up. We rarely have time to talk or have a meal together. Maybe this isn’t just working for the both of us…

I laid down the couch, frustrated. I turned on the TV, Glee was on. Nowadays, Glee seems like my only way to hear his voice again. 15 minutes into the show, I fell asleep, my eyes still stinging because of all the tears.

I woke up to the sound of someone snoring lightly in my ear. I fluttered my eyes open and found myself in a different surrounding. I was already inside our bedroom. I felt Grant’s strong arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I turned around to face him, and wrapped my arms tightly around his torso. I missed him so bad. His grip around my waist tightened as well and I felt him kiss the top of my head. I looked up at him and saw him awake.

“I missed you.” I managed to croak out as a tear escaped my eye.
“I missed you too.” Grant answered, kissing my forehead. “Shh… It’s okay. Don’t cry. I’m here now. I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.” I reached up to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Go to sleep, you seem really tired.”

He kissed me again as we drifted off into sleep, back in each others arms.

The sun shone through the curtains, waking me up. As I opened my eyes, Grant was gone. I took a bath, got dressed up, and went down. I walked into the kitchen to get coffee, then I saw Grant making blueberry pancakes, still in his pajamas.

“Good morning, love.” He smiled widely.
“Good morning, babe.” I walked over to him to give him a light peck on the lips.
“I made pancakes.”
“I could see that.” I chuckled.

He pulled out a chair for me, I sat down, and he sat across me.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this.” I said.
“Yeah…” Grant answered. “Well, let’s just make the most of this. I guess.”

We ate our breakfast, talking about what we’ve been up to, what we’re doing and what we would be. Eventually, my phone started ringing off the hook, meaning I had to go to work.

“Do you really have to leave?” Grant asked with frown.
“Duty calls, babe. I have deadlines today, tons of meetings, and a couple of interviews.” I frowned. “I can’t go AWOL on them…”
“Fine… Let’s go. I’ll drive you to work.”

He laced my hand in his, we walked out of the house, he helped me in the car, and we drove off to my workplace.

“Bye, love. Sorry I can’t stay.” I bid.
“It’s okay. Take care, babe. I love you.” Grant answered, leaning closer to my side and kissing me.
“I love you too.”