30 Orange Chicken and Lo Mein

It’s been a week since we’ve gotten home from visiting England. Nothing’s changed. We still love each other; we still spend all our time together. If anything our love has gotten stronger.

Now, it’s the day before I leave for Los Angeles for who knows how many months. They’re predicting three, but it could easily stretch to six. Filming is never a perfect science.

We’ve been in bed all day just lounging around. When I woke up this morning, there was a cup of coffee waiting for me and a loving husband still in bed. It was an easy decision to stay in. Neither of us even tried to think of anything else to do.

We did decide on a ‘Supernatural’ marathon and take-out. (Staying in bed involves not cooking.) We didn’t even get up for a shower or change from our pajamas bottoms. The only time either of us has been out of bed was to use the loo or get the food from the delivery person.

We also decide that our phones should go on silent and be put away. The only time we check them is when one of us was in the toilet; which just happened to be now. Topher just got up to relieve his bladder when I pull the drawer to my nightstand open.

I should have guessed that something would happen on our lazy day. I have six missed calls and eight texts; all from one person. I’m in the midst of shaking my head when my husband turns back up.

“What wrong?” he asks as he climbs into our cocoon of blankets and pillows.

Holding out my phone, I show him, “Apparently Riel can’t leave me be for one day.”

“You should call to make sure everything’s okay,” he tells me while he cuddles up to gets comfortable.

Nodding, I press a few times on my screen to pull up her number, “It’s probably just Riel being Riel.”

It rings just once before her voice reigns over me, “DAY! Why weren’t you answering my calls? Are you alive?”

“How would I call you if I wasn’t?” I challenge and lay back against the headboard. Toph’s head finds its way to my chest and I absently drag my fingers though his hair.

“Why didn’t you answer?” She demands again.

Sighing, I tell her, “My husband and I were just trying to have a day to ourselves. I leave tomorrow.”

“I know,” she snaps at me, “which is why I was calling you. You still haven’t picked up your key.”

“I totally forgot,” I admit honestly before firing back, “and you didn’t bring it to dinner the other night.”

“Whatever,” she mumbles.

“Is there any way you can drop it at the front desk of our building?”

She lets out a big sigh, “What time are you leaving tomorrow?”

“I have to leave here at noon.”

“Well,” she clicks her tongue at me, “lucky for you, I have an appointment early tomorrow morning in that area. I’ll drop it off then.”

I know there’s no way that she has an appointment out this way. She’s way closer to the city than we are. Nobody comes out here for anything except to get away from everything else.

“You’re a saint,” I smile even though she can’t see me. “Is there anything else, babe?”

“I swear to God it sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me, Damon!”

“I would never,” I say with mock hurt.

“Good,” she sasses. “Now listen to this really weird story.”

Chuckling lightly, I settle in, “Go on.”

“So I went out to dinner with my beau a couple days ago. He took me to one of our favorite restaurants that always have a table for us if we call ahead, right?”

She says it like a question so I give the obvious, “Mm,” in response.

“He asks me, when we get in the car, to call them. So I do; simple as that. Then I put my phone back in my purse,” she emphasizes the purse detail like it’s important but continues the story. “We get there and have a wonderful meal, like usual, and then when we get back in the car Tripp asks me to look up movie times to see if we can catch something. So, I reach into my bag and my phone isn’t there. I literally dumped my purse onto the floorboard and nothing.”

“Did you look back in the restaurant?” I ask pretending to be really concerned. Obviously, it’s not too big of a deal she either got it back or got a new one since she’s talking to me now.

“Well duh,” she comes back. “We went in and asked the hostess if anyone turned in a phone. She even got the manager and they looked all over the place. No one found anything. So, we went back to the car and searched that. Still nothing.”

“What happened next?”

“Don’t be a jerk. There’s a lot of stuff on my phone that doesn’t need to be seen by the public. People’s phone numbers. My twitter account. Pictures that really shouldn’t be seen.”

“Do not tell me you have nudes on your phone,” I interrupt earning a raised eyebrow and smirk from my husband. I just shook my head and he replaced his on my chest.

“Everyone has naked pictures. I just didn’t get around to removing them from my phone yet,” she says it like it’s no big deal.

“I don’t!” I almost shout at her.

Then, she laughs! She actually laughs, “You just wait until you’ve been away from Pretty McHusbandface for any amount of time. Then you can tell me all about naked pictures.”

I can feel my face heat, but I don’t let her know that she’s affecting me, “So, what happened with the phone?”

“Well, we just decided to go back to my place saying as I was freaking pissed that my phone was gone. I figured someone stole it from me and that my secrets were going to be all over the internet by morning,” I hear her move around a bit before continuing, “When we walk in, the guy at the front desk stops me and hands me my phone!”

“How did he get it?” I’m actually interested at this point.

“I know, right?” She squeals. “He tells me that someone brought it to the front desk because they saw me drop in it the hallway.”

“That’s strange.”

“Yea, I agree. So I’m totally freaked out. Someone could know where I live. What if I have a stalker?”

“You should probably stay with Tripp for a while, yea?”

“Way ahead of you,” she admits. “I’m not staying by myself. That’s just freaky.”

That could be why she’ll pass by here on her way to an appointment. Tripp lives farther from the city than we do.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” I tell her truthfully. She is one of my closest friends.

“Me too,” she says and I can hear the smile in her voice. “Cause really, who would love you like I do?”

This makes me laugh outright, “No one. No one could love me like you. Oh great,” I chuckle; “now I feel like I’m in a cheesy country song.”

“I could make it ever make it even cheesier,” Toph’s voice floats up to me.

“On that note,” Riel makes sure we both hear her, “I’m getting off the phone. I don’t want anything to do with this.”

“You’re out of control,” I laugh at her again.

She responds with, “KayLoveYouBye,” before hanging up on me.

“Women,” I shake my head and put my phone back in the little drawer. “She makes me glad I don’t have to live with one.”

Chris laughs and picks his head up to match his lips to mine. It starts of simple, but before I know it, we’re both panting, trying to get closer to each other and he’s hovering over me. Pressing my hand to his chest, I push back slightly. It doesn’t take any effort on my part. When he feels the pressure, he backs off and rests his forehead against mine.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to take it that far,” he pants trying to regain his composure. “I know you’re not ready.”

It should be easy. I know I love him and he me. I know it would probably feel good and I know he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. There’s just some kind of mental blocker.

“Not for sex, sorry,” I feel a little silly for pushing away my husband.

He opens his eyes and sits back on my legs, “Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry; not for that.” He shakes his head as his face becomes serious, “I’m not going to pressure you into doing anything. I love you and I told you I could wait. I fully intend to do so.”

“I know,” I whine as I tilt my head back. Looking straight at the ceiling, I let out a huge sigh, “I want to be ready. There’s just something that won’t let me take that step. But I feel like I’m holding you back for no reason.”

His smile appears again and this time he’s shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re not holding me back. I don’t mind.”

I wave him off then hold out my arms. “Settle in, yea? I want to watch the next episode.”

And we do. We just lie in bed cuddled up. We laugh when thing are funny and discuss what we think is going to happen when things turn serious. All the while, through the laughing and discussion, we hold on to one another. We shift positions every once in a while to get more comfortable, but only let go for the amount of time that it takes to settle in.

When the Chinese food arrives, our buzzer goes off and I climb out of our fortress to page the food up. It takes a few minutes for the knock to sound on the door, but I answer and pay. All of it, I do as quickly as possible to get back to the warmth of our bed.

Once I’m back in and heated back up, I sort out everything. Handing a dish to my husband, I say, “You got orange chicken and Lo Mein, yea?”

“Yes sir,” he takes the plastic containers while sitting up. “Did they put extra chop sticks in there?”

I hold him out a pair with a smile. He reaches out and turns back to his food while taking them. Tightening my grip, I wait until he looks at me to pucker my lips. His smirk appears as he slowly leans in. Our lips connect in a sweet embrace and hold for a few seconds. When he pulls away, he has this glint in his eyes that makes me happy to be alive.

“What did you get to eat?” he asks a second later as we set our stuff out. Apparently something catches his eye because he reaches over before I can stop him, “You were going to share these egg rolls, weren’t you?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he takes a huge bite, sporting his signature grin.

Shaking my head, I answer, “Of course, love; anything for you.”

~A/N~

SUNDAY FUNDAY!

Short chapter, but the lovey dovey is gone. This is it. No spoilers, but you asked for the plot... here it comes. Hope you're not disappointed. And to clarify... No, I'm not taking out the fluff because you asked... this is where I planned to start everything picking up. As much as I love them, every good story has turmoil.

GUYS IM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS STORY!

I haven't done this in a while, but my tumblr is in the external link.

and last but not least, the song refrence is the song on the side. It's awful. And I remember when it was like the shit... (That makes me feel old) WARNING it is country music.