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    If Tomorrow Ever Comes – (Chapter: Chapter 4)

    Chapter 4

                My alarm is blaring, I look over at the clock on the bedside it reads 5:00 a.m. I have to get up and start getting ready to get to the base. I think my shower can wait a few more minutes as I tighten my hold on Spencer and snuggle into her just a little bit more. She takes her hand and laces it with mine that is on her waist. Neither of us say anything; we lay in silence just cuddling together one last time. Finally I decide that I have to get up and start getting ready, I kiss Spencer on the cheek as I get up and head to the shower. I let her lay there and go back to sleep.

    The water is cascading down my body and my tears are blending in. I have been really strong up to this point, and I always try to keep my composure in front of Spencer. If she knows that I’m worked up and scared, it will just make things harder on her. I have always tried to take care of her to the best of my ability, I never want her to worry or stress more than she has too. For the first and last time I let the tears fall, I know I cannot cry today when I leave because Spencer will be crying; I’m going to stay strong for her.

    I get out of the shower brush my teeth dry my hair and get ready. I walk out into our bedroom to get dressed. I put on my cargo pants and my boots, put my t- shirt on and throw my cargo jacket on over top. I go to zip up my jacket when I feel a hand on my shoulder; I turn around to see Spencer.

    “Let me” she says.

     She takes the two sides of the jacket and connects them; she slowly pulls the zipper up as she watches it the whole way. When it gets to the top she runs her finger over my name patch Davies she then looks me in the eyes, and runs her hands over my shoulders, down my arms and stops when she gets to my hands. We stand there looking at each other with our hands clasped. She smiles warmly at me as she leans up to kiss me. It’s just a short little chaste kiss followed by a few more like it. She then wraps me up in a hug; we both just stand there holding one another sighing contently.

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