Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
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Valentine's Week
Monday, February 10th
10 hours after Breakfast – 1:30pm
"Ma'am, are you alright?" Ron, the driver for Desai asked as he saw her making her way out of the wheelchair and into the vehicle from the Emergency Room.
"I – it's been a hell of a day, Ron. I'll be glad when I get home! I hate Valentine's Day! Not that this had anything to do with Valentine's Day, still ... All this stupid stuff!" she huffed as she got into the SUV. "Please don't say anything to Thomas about this."
"I won't, Ma'am. You don't celebrate Valentine's Day?" he asked.
"No, Ron, and please call me Desai. I've not gotten anything since my days in elementary school and rarely then. If you care about someone you don't have to have a special day to let them know. You just show it every day!"
Ron became quiet as he drove toward the home that Ms. Alexander owned and shared with her boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, whom he also drove for. He wondered if he should let Mr. Hiddleston know how his girlfriend felt about Valentine's Day. He knew without her saying so that it was not his place to mention the accident that had happened; no that was up to Ms. Alexander.
A few hours later when Ron opened the SUV's door for Tom, he said, "Sir, may I speak with you about something?"
Tom looked at him strangely, wondering what was on the man's mind. "Of course. Ron, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Please, it's just Tom."
"Tom. Were you aware that Ms. Alexander hates Valentine's Day?"
Tom was shocked and it showed. "Wot? Wot, woman doesn't like Valentine's Day?"
"Ms. Alexander. She told me so. She said that she'd never gotten anything and that it was a waste of time and money and that if you cared about someone you should show them every day and not have one day a year to do it. I'm sorry I maybe should have kept it to myself, but her being as sweet and caring as she is – I couldn't. I had to let you know."
Tom smiled at the man, "I'm glad you did. Letting me know probably saved an argument. Nevertheless, I will celebrate Valentine's Day with Desai."
The delicious smell of roasting chicken and vegetables filled his nostrils as Thomas made his way from the fourteen foot porch, through the large double doors and foyer into the main living room and from there into the kitchen of the Antebellum styled home which would soon be under what Desai called a 'face lift' to make it look like a Victorian Mansion.
