Christmas Bells Are Ringing (Roxanne)
Jan 27, 2011 15:42:43 GMT -5
Post by Elijah Emerson on Jan 27, 2011 15:42:43 GMT -5
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This was the tiring part of the military. The part where he was separated from his family, his friends and girlfriend, soon to be his fiancé when he found some way to ask her once the family got used to his presence. He knew for sure he’d have a bunch of people clinging to him once he stepped through the door. Because he was pretty sure none of them had any clue he was coming. He couldn’t even risk telling his own mother, simply because that alliance between she and Roxanne would have her talking in no time. And while he didn’t so much mind the alliance, he wanted to surprise Roxanne. First with his presence, and then of course with the ring so carefully tucked in the inside jacket pocket of his uniform. And he knew that his mother would have insisted on picking him up from the airport which, if she hadn’t told Roxanne already, would have raised suspicion in the bright mind of his beautiful girl. And that he couldn’t risk, he wanted to see that look on her face.
That look of surprise at first, and then that look of adoration, and then okay, he wouldn’t say it aloud, but he missed her tears of joy. And he knew they would flow from all the excitement and the emotions she’d bottled up from the last visit. Grinning as he stepped onto the porch of his house, he instinctively moved his hand to the top of the entrance, feeling around for the spare key his Mom left for emergencies or lost keys. After carefully, and quietly opening the door as he prayed his Mom and Roxanne would be somewhere in the kitchen, he stepped inside, shutting it behind him and removing his cap from his head as he tip toed around, careful to avoid the spots in the floor he knew would sound his arrival with the slightest bit of pressure. And stepping through the archway into his kitchen, smiling at the backs of the two of the most important women in his life, he walked up behind Roxanne, placing his cap atop her head and wrapping his arms around her waist as he buried his face in her neck. “Honey, I’m home.” He whispered, taking in a familiar whiff of her scent as he smiled lovingly at his mother.
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