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My husband's name.

Wren.

His name has a W in it.

I haven't seen him in a week and every morning, I always wished I had followed him back to his office so I would know at least one place to find him. Maybe his car got fixed or something, he was always dressed like someone rich, you know? Maybe the subway was just something he had to take for a while.

"No luck today?" Desmond signed once I stepped into the store. I let out a sigh and placed the two cups of hot cocoa on the table. "You're still on a hot cocoa binge?"

"It's what I take when I'm sad." I signed in response.

"You could always go back to the same litle diner and hang around until you see him again."

I leaned against the table and placed my head on it, letting out a big sigh. I didn't stay like that for long though because I still had to take off my jacket and get behind the counter. We also had books to be packed up and taken to the courier service we always use.

I leave my cup of cocoa there and quickly made my way to the employee's lounge, taking off my coat and hanging it up. I resisited the urge to run my fingers through my hair before walking out of the little room.

I grabbed the large box filled with books and placed it on the counter, got behind it and looked for the tape. I take quick sips of my cocoa as I got to work, wrapping up the orders going out for delivery, Desmond would take it.

I wondered what he was doing?

Was he thinking about me?

Has he thought about me at all?

I grabbed my cup of hot cocoa, pouting when I see that it's empty.  I raise my head when Desmond fist appears in my line of vision, tapping the table.

"Stop pouting." he signed.

"Leave me alone!" I responded, pushing my hands out.

"Want me to make you another Cocoa?" Desmond signed and I smiled at him. If this man wasn't straight, I would have gone on my knees and ask for his hand. He was the best. Well, beside Wren, my husband but shh, he didn't have to know.

I raised my fingers up, my thumb and index finger crossed to forma heart. Desmond throws his head back and laughs. I couldn't hear him laugh but I liked watching him. His hand on his tummy, head thrown back as he laughs. Like he was just so happy.

Red lights flash and I turne dmy gaze to the door and. . . promptly choked on air.

Walking in, looking a little lost was him. He was in a grey long coat, a matching grey turtle neck, black jeans and thick boots. His brunette hair was styled off his face and cut low on the sides. He walks down and when he finally sees me, hs step falters for a quick second and his right brow ticked up a bit.

Wren.

Wren was in my store.

Wren looked from me to Desmond. Maybe he was wondering what he should do?

"Good morning." Wren said, waving his hands as well. He also said the words slowly because his lips moved slow as well. He was really adorable.

Desmond looked from me to Wren and I just stared, eyes wide. I couldn't believe it. Was he lost? Was he stalking me? Oh goddddd. Was it. . .fate?

Thankfully, Desmond takes over. He now knows what my husband sounds like while I don't. There has only been a hanful of times when I had been jealous of Desmond hearing and this is one of the times.

Desmond says something back to Wren, who nods. I wasn't paying any attention to them or I would have been able to read their lips and understand what was going on.

"He's here to pick up his friend's order, it's under the name, Franklin Lore." Desmond signed to me and I nodded. The order had been part of the one's I had been wrapping up minutes ago. "So. . . how do you know him?" Desmond added.

"That's him." I signed, my cheeks flaming hot. "That's my husband."

Desmond starts laughing again and I glared at him. He doens't even make an excuse and just leaves me alone with Wren. I cleared my throat. I grabbed the little hite board I kept under and grabbed a marker.

"Can you give me a minute? I'm trying to find the order?" I asked, turning the boad around so Wren could look at it.

He reached for the board but I shake my head. "You can talk, I'm good at lip reading." I said, before I could stop myself. This was . . . is it the third time?. . . I have used my voice with Wren. He was staring at me, his lips slowly stretching until there was a small smile on his face.

"You have a nice voice." he said and I blinked at him.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Desmond walk in and actually spun back around, going back into the employee's room. My cheeks were flaming hot. And I just know that I looked like a tomato.

I cleaned the board and immediately wrote. . . "Are you serious?"

Wren nods, stepping closer to the counter.

"Thank you." I replied, signing this time.

I finally found the book and placed it on the counter so Wren could see it. It had already been paid for so I just had to bag it. I was busy searching for a bag, trying my best not to look at Wren or I'll get distracted again. He makes finding words very hard. It had to be because of his handsome face.

I looked to the side when I see Wren slide his phone towards me, his notes app opened.

"It's been a while since I saw you." he had typed out.

I picked up the phone and typed out my response. "I still use the train but I haven't seen you for a while."

"I travelled for a business meeting. Maybe I'll see you this evening, then?"

I looked up from the phone to look at this man. I had spent so long staring at him on the train and I was so used to seeing him with a stoic expression but this is our second time meeting face to face and he is smiling. He does not have that bored expression on his face.

"Would you like to pick me up from here so we'll go together?" I found myself typing out on the phone and handing it to him before I realized that his stop was before mine. If he says yes, that menas he was going to have to come all this way and then pick me up then, we head to the station together. Oh no.

That was just too much.

I tried to reach out for the phone again but this time, Wren was sliding it back to me.

"I'll pick you up then." he said and I just gaped at him. He grabbed his phone and the package he had come here to pick and then he was out the door. I just kept staring at the door. I just could ot believe that had happened. Holy potatoes.

Someone should probably pinch me.

I startled back to the present when Desmond appears in my line of vision, cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows on it. He truly was my best friend. Hot cocoa was what I take when I feel down while hot cocoa with chocolate is my happy drink.

"Your husband is quite the looker." Desmond signed, smug expression on his face. It made me want to punch him. Kind of.

"He's charming, isn't he?" I signed, sighing dreamyly afterward. At least I hoped it was a dreamy sigh.

"So . . .?" Desmond signed and I tilted my head to the side a little bit.

"What?"

"You know what. . ."

I grabbed my drink, lifting it up to my lips and taking a sip. It tasted so good. I couldn't help but smile at the cup, at the fact that this was life, at the fact that I had a meet date with my husband in a little while. Fuck, I had hours to go and it was not even lunch yet.

"Bailey. . . " Desmond signed out my name, narrowing his eyes at me.

"He's meeting me here after work and we'll head to the train station together." I replied, rolling my eyes at my friend. If I didn't love Desmond this much, I would have returned him back from the friend store I got him from, I still had the reciept.

"My little Bailey, finally having a love life."

"Hey."i pouted. The cup of cocoa was now on the counter. "I have dated before."

"None as handsome as him.  He looked like he walked out of those mexican dramas you like watching so much."

"He isn't mexican, Des." I signed, rolling my eyes at my friend again. He was so fucking dramatic.

Throughout the day, the more I spent looking at the time, the slower it got. I spent most of the day playing word with friends, especially against wrendermeinsane. If someone held me up at gun point and asked what I had for lunch I wouldn't be able to remember it.  I just couldn't wait.

When it was five, I was out of the door, waving goodbye at Desmond. It was his turn to lock up any way. Normally, I'd order an dpick up food before making my way to the station but this time, I was a little distrated.

True to his words, Wren was waiting for me outside the store. It had actually gotten colder and what I wore was not making me warm enough. Wren was waiting, still wearing the same outfit as he was this afternoon but there was a red scarf drapped around his shoulders.

He was not staring at the store but was staring around with his usual bored expression on his face but when he does look at me, his expression went softer.

"Hello." he said, waving at me.

I waved back in greeting, smiling at him.

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturning to the side walk. I nodded, rubbing my hand together before pushing it into the pocket of my jacket. Fuck, it was cold. I starteld and came to a stop when Wren placed his hand on my sholder. He stands in front of me, takes off the scarf and then gently wrapped it around my neck, high enough that I could bury my nose in it.

It smelt so good. Like cologne and something woody. Wow.

We resumed walking again, there was next to no conversation but once we were seated in the train, Wren hands me his phone, his notes app open and the message read. . .

"Can you try downloading this app? Honk. It allows up message in real time, you see my messages as I type it and you don't have to give me your number, just your username."

I wondered how he found the app.  I ended up nodding and pulling out my phone from my pocket, downloading the app and quickly signing up. Wren asked for my username and I type it out for him.

Baileyisaboy

The app was easy to use, the screen divided into two white boxes, purple for me and white for for Wren. My phone vibrated with a notification. Wren had sent me a message. The words appearing at the top of the screen.

"Nice to meet you again, Bailey." were the words in the white box at the top.

"You too, Wren." I typed it. "I like your name."

"Your name suits you." Wren typed and my cheeks flamed hot. I looked away from my phone and up at Wren who was grinning now.

Today was our second time together and I just realized that my husband really liked to compliment me.

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Took a much needed break but now I'm back. Yay!

I love writing Wren and Bailey!

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