Forever and Always.

Chapter 1

    Two years ago my husband died in action, he was an undercover Special Ops agent and now he is dead. We married young, I was 17 when I met him, he at the time was 23, he came to my school when I was in my senior year of high school to talk about his job with my class. At the age of 19 I married him, couple months after our honeymoon he was KIA. Today was to be our anniversary. I get home around 4 in the afternoon, to my large empty home, which once was Olivier's home. I find roses in the counter and a note that reads :

    Dear Nicole,
          Happy anniversary mon amour,  it would have been better if I was present today, I want to tell you that I love you. Regardless of what you may think after today.

I love you.

                                Always yours,
                                                       Olivier McTavish. (Your loving husband.)

I drop the vase with the 24 red and white roses to the floor shattering it completely, who can be so sick to do such a bad taste joke?  I shake my head and start to clean the mesa, after I do, I head up to the bathroom to take a long relaxing bath. I turn on the water to a warm temperature and pour some of my vanilla smelling oil which quickly turns into bubbles. As I run my bath I read the card over again. I sigh turn the water off and slowly remove my clothes as I get into the bath. Once in I close my eyes and relax, all tension leaving my shoulders as I quietly hum to an old tune I remember listening too.  I play with my wedding and engagement ring that is still on my left hand as I slowly start to recount today's events. There is a knock at the door down stairs and I sigh getting up and heading to the shower cleaning off the soap off my body, I take a white fluffy robe and head down stairs to open the door. I open the door to find my husband well and alive standing there, looking at me in the eyes as he is carrying a duffle bag in shoulders and his hair is messy yet he managed to look as sexy and drops dead (no pun intended.) gorgeous.  Olivier is 6 foot and 4 inches tall, he has a very well built body with tan skin, dark brown hair and blue sometimes green eyes.   He has a tattoo on his left forearm in French, on his right arm he has a half sleeve that goes down to his elbow, Olivier had his hair in a quiff a little stubble covered his strong defined jaw, his eyes met my brown ones and a million emotions ran through them in less than a second. Love, happiness, sadness, sorrow and adoration.

I run a hand through my long black hair and stand there looking up at him, I am quite short. 5 feet tall, with a curvy body, a little on the chubby side, I am Puerto Rican and he is French, aren't we lovely?

"Olivier...." I whisper my voice breaks when I say his name, my head spins out of control as I try to comprehend that the love of my life, the man I thought I would never see again, is indeed standing in front of me, alive and safe and healthy and beautiful as the day I met him.

"Hey, baby." he whispers and puts his left hand in my cheek, his black wedding ring cold against my warm flushed skin.

"You are dead, you got killed Olivier, no." I whisper tears streaming down my face as I look at him in disbelief and all the sudden my hand meets his cheek in a hard loud smack. "How dare you?! How dare you lie to me like this?!" I find myself so angry that my fists start to meet his chest and abdomen, anything I can reach honestly. He just stands there receiving every punch or slap I give him, not bothering to stop me.

"Mrs. McTavish, we need to go, I need you to pack a bag and leave with me right now. You're in danger." he whispers to me, making me stop abruptly.

"In danger? What kind of danger?!" I ask as I move to what was our room he walks behind me after closing the door.

"Listen baby I-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Don't call me that." I whisper and look away taking a bag and starting to put random clothes and undergarments inside of it. I take a shirt that is his and put it on after I've put some underwear on, as I take some sweats and throw them on.

"Nicole, we will be on the road a little while... I cannot give you much information..." he says and places a hand on my lower back and moves it to my waist. I look at him, he is currently wearing a black tight V-neck and some dark jeans that fit well on his assets. I bite my lip softly looking at him though my long eyelashes. He takes a sharp breath and looks at my lip.

"Don't bite your lip, Nicole." he whispers his voice husky and deep. I snap out of my daze and glare at him.

"I do what I want Olivier." I say coldly and move away from him. "I am done packing." I say and walk away with my bag turning off all the lights on my way out.