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Author's notes: First attempt at fanfic....be gentle (LOL). I would love to know what you honestly think..thanks!
She just needed to finish some notes for the case she had just closed. It wouldn’t take too long, and afterwards she could take a quick shower, and begin to enjoy her next few days off. Feeling relieved that she had everything under control, she strode into her home office, then simply stopped and stared.
“Damn it.”
There on her desk sat the message cube looking rather benign. On it’s own it was harmless; it was the message she didn’t want to hear. She could act like she hadn’t seen it, but that was cowardly, and Lt. Eve Dallas was not a coward. Sighing, she walked over and played the message.
“Hello Darling Eve,” she heard her husband’s voice say, “It’s time for your last pre-anniversary gift.”
She groaned. Who had ever heard of pre-anniversary gifts? She was struggling enough with the normal occasions like anniversaries and Christmas, and Roarke was making up occasions. She didn’t understand it, the man owned most of the universe, yet he insisted on buying more. What was worse, he insisted on buying things for her too. Every time she turned around there were more clothes in her closet and jewelry she had never seen. The present she had received yesterday still baffled her. Honestly who needed diamond and ruby crusted hair clips...or whatever they were. Resigning herself to another extravagant gift, Eve finished listening to the rest of the message.
“I imagine you are filled with fear at the thought of your next gift. Well that isn’t necessary because I managed to restrain myself a bit with this one,” Eve let out a relieved breath and smiled.
“After all, tomorrow you get the anniversary present,” her smile vanished; she could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Anyways back to the matter at hand. If you would go into our bedroom, you’ll notice a cream colored envelope with your name on it. That, my darling Eve is your final pre-anniversary gift. I love you, and I will see you at home this evening.”
As she’d listen to the message she walked into their bedroom and there, as he’d said, laid the envelope. Eve eyed it suspiciously.
Giving into her curiosity she broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of heavy cream colored paper. Opening it, Eve realized it was a letter addressed to her from Roarke. She began to read...
My Darling Eve,
I was tempted to buy you something extravagantly expensive; however I felt that on the day before our anniversary I wanted to give you something more, so I am going to give you my thoughts.
As I write to you I’m thinking of the day I first met you. I felt you before I saw you. It was a feeling, an awareness you might say that stirred my senses. When I turned my head and saw you, you stole the breath from me. One look and I recognized you, My Eve.
I think of the night I asked you to marry me. We were both bruised and battered, and the timing was perfect for us. I knew I needed you to be my wife. You brought joy to me that I never believed was possible. You were my light, My Eve.
I see you the day we were married. You had never looked more beautiful then in the moment I saw you walking towards me, with your wedding dress flowing and the petunias in your hand. I think my heart stopped. When I placed your wedding ring on your finger, everything fell into place. You were now my wife, My Eve.
You often say that it scares you, how much you love, and I want you to know I understand. Prior to you, I didn’t believe love like this truly existed, I know better now. On our wedding day I thought I that I couldn’t possibly love you anymore, I know better now. With each passing day my love for you simply grows. There are times when I simply look at you, and I am overcome with love. I think, there she is, there’s my life, my heart, my wife, my future, My Eve.
Roarke
She realized she was crying. Soft tears blinded her eyes and rolled down her cheek. He always knew the right thing to do she thought.
She turned as she heard the bedroom door close, and there he was. Just looking at him made her heart hurt, but in this instance as she looked at his face, a face that would have suited a poet or a fallen angel, it was a wonder her heart didn’t simply burst. Still clutching the letter, she grabbed onto him and clung. Instantly filled with concern, he drew her away to see her face.
“Eve,” he said “Eve what’s wrong?”
“Are you hurt, where are you hurt? Talk to me Eve, tell me what’s...”
“You always know what to do,” she whispered, “I don’t know how I got so lucky to get you...I read your letter and I...”
Realizing she spoke of the letter he began “Eve I didn’t mean to make you cry I’m sorry I...”, only to be cut off with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and poured herself into the kiss, giving him back everything he’d given her with his letter. He held her tighter, crushing her against him. He was staggered by the emotion she could evoke with one kiss. As she pulled away, still holding his letter, she placed her hands on his face and looked him straight in the eye.
“I love you more at this moment then I ever have in my life,” she said tenderly, “and I will treasure this as much as I do my wedding ring,” and then she kissed him again softly, still cradling his face in her hands.