Soldier

1. The letter

I am apologizing for bad grammar or spelling mistakes but English is not my native language😩
Enjoy!❤️

POV Dec

I sat silently on our sofa, the letter in my hand that caused the tears streaming down my face.
My feelings swirled wildly in my head, I forgot everything around me. I just thought about what was written on this letter.

"Dec, sweetheart is everything alright?"

With these words spoken, I was taken out of my daydream. The voice belonged to the man who was standing in the kitchen, making dinner for both of us and he was the one I cried for in that moment.

"Anth.." Was the only thing I could get out. My voice was croaky, barely audible and interrupted with sobs.

Short shaved black hair poked around the corner and I saw the wonderful long eyelashes - Oh these eyelashes how much I loved them, as well as his beautiful eyes, in which I lost myself every day. I could feel his concerned eyes on me but I didn't dare to look at him. He put his strong hands around my hip and pulled me on to his lap.

That was my sign, I started to cry violently, as I always did every time we received a letter like this.

I buried my face in his collarbone as he let his hands gently wander over my back.

"Shhh Dec... I know, I know." my partner took the letter from my trembling hands and sighed as he read through the first sentences. My hands grabbed his shirt and I clung so much to it that my knuckles turned all white.

"I don't want you to go." was the first thing I said again after five silent minutes. I felt his hands leave my back and now lay gently on my face.

I immediately leaned into his touch and let the warm tears roll over his hands. He wiped them away with his thumbs, but I just couldn't stop. How should I live without him? Again?

"Oh Decky... I know. But listen, I always came back didn't I? I wouldn't let you alone on yourself when I know that you can't even cook yourself a proper meal" he chuckled, which warmed my heart, god I loved him so much.
And he was right he always came back, so why should it be different this time?

"Now be my brave little scrappy-doo and don't cry anymore. Everything is going to be fine, you'll see, hm?" My crying became less and less until only little sniffles came from me. His hands were still on my cheeks and wiped away the remnants of my tears until there were none left.

His arms were again around my back and pulled me very close to him, as if he would never let me go again. I pushed myself as close to him as I could and never wanted to get away from him again. I never wanted to lose him. My life was connected with him, my love belonged only to him. The most important things should always be kept in your life, but how should I keep him with me? How could I be sure that he would really come back to me? My love for him was greater than anything I've ever felt in my life. Without him, I would break.

"I love you Ant"

"I love you too Dec. And I always will, remember that"

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Maybe I should tell you about my life and about living with Anthony David McPartlin. We first met when we were 17. Our mutual friend Stephen, had taken the trouble to put us together and well now we are here. 15 years later.

We got along well, more than well. We were like pieces of the puzzle that fit perfectly together.
We both came from Newcastle, we both supported the toon and we just came a long pretty well.

And then Ant told me about his job, this was the only thing that stopped me from dating him at first.

He was in the Army.