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Climbing from the Jeep
and walking up the inside steps behind her, my head pounded making it feel like
my eyes were throbbing. Locking the door behind us, she threw her arm around my
shoulders once more, leaning her head down.

"Kendall will be
here around noon," I say as we walk through the living room and I notice
that the smell of the guys boots and gear still lingers, bringing those damn
tears back to my eyes. I feel Rosa nod and she pauses at the door to the
bedroom Chad and I slept in last night.

"I need to take a
nap, I'm wiped out," she yawned and I knew she just wanted to be alone. So
did I. I hugged her tight once more, smiling as she kisses my cheek and
vanishes into her bedroom, shutting the door only till a crack is remaining
open.

I sigh, wiping my hands
over my face and enter the room, pressing my back up against the door as I shut
it just enough so that it stays open as Rosa did to hers. His smell was
everywhere. It bombarded my senses even now, two seconds in and I couldn't stop
the sob that broke through. I collapse onto the bed, burying my face in the
feather comforter, letting the tears roll down and soak the fabric. My head
pounded and my throat burned as I clawed my way up to the pillows, grasping the
one Chad had used and holding it tight to me. I squeezed it, breathing deep and
taking in his normal Old Spice scent.
God help me! Please bring him back
soon, I need him.

I needed Chad to
breathe. The air didn't seem the same without him. The sky didn't seem the same
without him. I held my hand to my chest to try and still my jumping heart, the
pain causing me to curl into the fetal position around his pillow. It felt like
my heart, lungs and stomach were at war with one another, a hot ache crawling
up through my limbs making them sore and heavy. Taking deep breaths in I start
to send myself off to sleep, knowing I'll dream of Chad.

This was going to be hard.

Please stay safe
Chad, I can't live without you
.
I
don’t
want
to live without you
.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chad

We had been on that damn
plane for what seemed like close to twenty hours, landing in the middle of the
desert at some secluded base. We were somewhere in Afghanistan, they didn't
tell us exactly. They would eventually, when we had all the specifics for our
mission. It was dark, pitch black to be exact, as Reno and I grabbed our bags,
flinging them over our shoulders as we followed French and the others into the
barracks.

There were the typical
bunks lined up against the wall, a 'living room' where there was a television,
couches and a kitchen with two fridges and stoves. It was just like all the
other barracks I've been in on training bases.

"Settle in and get
some sleep men," French issues, "we'll be up at 0400 hours
training." We all nod, Reno and I select a set of bunks to share, me on
bottom with him on top like always. We organized our clothes into our steel
foot lockers in silence, the younger guys chattering away like they always did,
Timmons being in the middle of it.

Stripping my vest, I go
to hang it on the corner of the bed when Reno says, "What was that paper
Rhea gave you?"

"Oh yeah," I
almost forgot about it. Reaching beneath the flap embroidered with my last
name, my fingers grasp the edge of folded paper, pulling it from its dark home.
I plop down on my bunk as Reno jumps up in his, his feet hanging over the edge
as he talks with Black. There were two pages of line paper folded around a
photo and my heart jumped, missing Rhea deeply. The paper even smelled like her
when I brought it to my nose, the lingering scent of cinnamon and coconut
filling my senses and making my chest tighten.

Unfolding the paper
slowly, I catch sight of the photo and can't help but laugh. I remember the day
Rhea's mom snapped that picture like it was yesterday. It was Rhea's prom and
she had some football star as her date. A real jerk. Randy and I had just shot
home from an awards ceremony after being given five days of leave and we were
still in our dress uniforms. Rhea looked so good in that form fitting, red silk
dress that had a low back and thin straps. It had fit her perfectly and I had
had a hard time keeping my eyes, let alone my hands, off of her. After Randy
and I had stood there watching their mom snap boring picture after boring
picture with Rhea and her date [Rhea fake smiling the entire time] I decided to
jump in. I had sauntered up to the broad shouldered football player and told
him simply to 'step aside', stepping into Rhea's left as Randy came up to her
right.

Her eyes had been wide
with shock but they soon softened with appreciation and happiness as we joked
and posed in funny ways. This one, this one was a good one because we all had genuine
smiles. Randy's displaying his dimples and Rhea's head slightly tilted my way.
If she had only known how much I was in love with her back then, we could have
had years together by now.

Leaning back onto my
pillow I snag the duct tape from my locker and rip a few pieces off, taping the
picture directly above where my head will lay every night. "Oh Rhea,"
I sigh, getting Reno to whip his face over the edge of his bunk, staring down
at me with a raised eyebrow.

He just shakes his head,
issuing loudly to the room, "Dude, Chief's got it hard for Rooster's lil
sis," followed by hearty laughs from the guys. Then quietly I hear a few
of the men issue, "May God rest Rooster's soul," seeing others nod
out of the corner of my eye.

I join in their prayer
hoping that my best friend Randy is finally at peace, nodding my head in
solace, turning my attention to the letter. It was Rhea's perfect handwriting,
scrawled on each line with doodles in the margin. I closed my eyes for a split
second, taking a deep breath and opening them to begin reading.

"Dear Chad,

I know you'll
probably start reading this while you're on the plane, but I miss you already.
I know you said not to worry, but how can I not worry when you're away from me.
These last two weeks have been heaven. A heaven I've waited a long time for and
I'm happy we finally have it together.

I know its pathetic
saying that I've loved you since I was five, but it’s true. When I was younger,
I only thought of it as a crush, an obsession during my teens. There had always
been that hole in my heart, even when I had a boyfriend it never did feel
right. Until I was with you. My heart has always belonged to you and it always
will. I'm sorry that I didn't have the courage to say something, let my
feelings be known, but I always just figured that I wasn't deserving of your
love.

Sometimes I still
feel that way.

I want you to know
that you've made me feel better in the last two weeks than I've felt in years,
and I only hope to make many more memories with you when you come home. My mom
always knew how I felt about you and she always use to tell me the same thing:

"Life is too
short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you
right and forget about the ones who don't. And believe that everything happens
for a reason, if you get a chance-take it, if it changes your life-let it.
Nobody said that it would be easy, they just promised it would be worth
it." And now I see that she was right. I should've taken a chance with you
long ago, but I was afraid.

Even now, sitting
here while you're in the other room, I can't wait for you to come back and you
haven't even left yet. I can't wait to see your smile, especially when you're
thinking something devious. I can't wait to run my fingers through your hair,
pointing out all the gray patches making you freak out and shoo me away. I'll
be so lost without you.

And I need to thank
you for trying to handle Duke without killing him. He really is harmless. I'm
sure Harlan will keep him in check if your threat doesn't. Please don't worry
about him.

Please try and be
safe. Don't be too hard on the other guys either, I know how you can be when
you're tired. Tell Timmons to keep his smart mouth to himself and tell French
and Black I'll make them all the pancakes they want when you guys get home.
Tell Reno I'll keep an eye on Rosa and be there whenever she needs me, I'm
already planning on going with her to some of her doctor's appointments.

But most of all,
remember that I love you. You have my heart so please be kind with it. I'll
hold yours safely, keeping it warm and toasty in the palm of my hands. I
promise. I also promise to take your mom wedding dress shopping with me like
you've been bugging me to since we had dinner with her after you proposed.

I love you! I love you!
I love you! I can't say it enough.

Call when you can. I
can't wait to Skype with you and see your face.

All my undying love,

Your fiancée,

Rhea Noel Griggs
[soon to be Rhea Noel Payne :-)]

I love you!"

I held the paper to my
chest as a few tears slid down my face. I don't care if the other guys see me,
we've all cried at one time in our lives. I taped the letter up next to the
photo, a page on each side of it so her perfect writing can accompany her face
when I fall asleep.

"French says we
better go lights out," Reno says, leaning down, his brow creasing in
concern. I can see his lips move as he's about to say something, but I wave him
off.

"It's okay," I
try and give him a reassuring smirk and he just nods.

"Night Chief,"
he says, the others chiming in as their lights go out one by one, leaving me in
the dark. Taking my cell from my pocket, I unlock it, the screen illuminating
my face. The picture I had taken of Rhea stares back at me, her eyes looking
right into my soul.

"I love you
Rhea," I whisper to myself, turning my phone off and casting the room into
total darkness. My heart was glowing though, thinking of the love that waited
for me at home. All packaged up in a little country woman.

THE END

STAY TUNED FOR A PREVIEW FOR PART TWO OF RHEA AND
CHAD'S STORY, "Coming Home".

About the Author:

Theresa Marguerite Hewitt grew up in a very small time in Central New
York learning to love everything country. She moved to the 'big city' of
Buffalo for college where she earned a Bachelors degree. The love of writing
has always been a secret passion of hers which was un-earthed by a birthday
gift she was given. She enjoys listening to country music [loudly with singing
along off key] and riding down long winding country roads with no specific
destination in mind. She enjoys her life with her boyfriend, two dogs and two
cats.

Keep Reading for a Preview of Book 2 in the Wakefield
Romance Series:

Coming Home

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