His Only Savior | #Wattys2019

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            Night fell quickly, and its blackness consumed the night sky. The clouds snuffed out the light of the moon and stars. Killing the engine to my jeep I was left in a painful silence, my emotions choking up. I wiped away the tears, as I sobbed unable to control my emotions. Isaac should be returning home any day now. His stay was being cut short, which meant he would need to return to his duties much sooner than expected. I had spent eight months without him and would only have him home in our bed a short time before he needed to return.

            Wiping my tears away I finally found the strength to pull myself from the vehicle, my feet dragging along the pavement. I was exhausted from the day, I awoke early to pull a fifteen-hour shift in the office preparing a column for the local newspaper. Working for the paper was okay but I had always pictured myself lounged out at a lake house writing stories that made my heart race like Isaac could. Stories that allowed my readers to feel every ounce of happiness and sorrow just as deeply as its characters. Shuffling through my key ring I finally found the one to our home and unlocked the door. Once the door was opened, I walked into the shadows, the door clicking shut behind me. I felt around for the switch and jammed my foot into a large object, "Ow!"

            My fingers finally found the switch and flipped it on, the room illuminating. I looked down to see what I had hit my foot on and when I did my heart raced. It was Isaac's duffle. Without another thought I raced into our room, stopping when I spotted him curled up beneath the covers sound asleep. A sweet smile graced my lips as I slipped out of my confines, freeing my body to the cool air. I tip toed over to the bed and slipped myself under his arm, burying my face into his neck so that I could breath in his scent. Oh, how I missed that damn scent! The comfort of his presence allowed me to drift off quickly, he was home which meant I was home. For my home has and will always be in the sanctuary of his protective embrace.

            My eyes flickered open as the light of morning fought its way through the blinds, groaning at the thought of another long day. I pulled myself up from the bed, realizing that Isaac was no longer beside me. I rubbed at my face in frustration, before picking up his pillow. Burying my face into its fluffiness, I breathed him in. My heart pounded as did my tears. I was overjoyed to have him home, even if it was only a short visit.

            The smell of bacon suddenly seeped through and filled the room, which only made the grin on my face grow. I climbed from the bed, pulling on Isaac's sweatshirt I had thrown over a chair in the corner of our room before walking out to the kitchen. I peered around the corner and watched him work swiftly. My heart fluttered at the sight of him making breakfast in only his sweatpants, which thankfully allowed me to admire his toned body.

            "Son of a bitch." He yelled when the bacon fat popped causing a few small drops to hit his exposed flesh.

            "Here I can help," I smiled while gently placing myself between him and the stove. "I'm glad you're home."

            He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, watching as I finished the bacon. "I have missed you so much."

            "I've missed you too."

            "I'm sorry I won't be home as long as I had promised." He backed away when he noted the bacon had finished cooking so that I could remove it. "Are you still going to take vacation time while I'm home?"

            "I pulled a long shift yesterday so that I could." I smiled, while dabbing the bacon with a paper towel in an attempt to remove the excess grease.

            "Good, I don't want to share you with work or anything else while I'm home." He gripped the sweatshirt I was wearing and pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine. "I still can't believe I am lucky enough to call you my wife."