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Sleep Tight | Meg&Caleb

Caleb does his best to stay quiet as he closes the front door behind him, already shushing Fly’s excited wiggles as she comes clacking up on the floor to greet him at the front door. It’s late, later than he expected to be home. If Meg’s not asleep by now he’ll be surprised, and he doesn’t want to wake her up with an excited dog or his arrival. He locks the door behind himself and then slips into the house. His backpack he sets onto the couch instead of bothering to empty it; Meg’s probably asleep and in all honestly Caleb wants to be too- he doesn’t delay in slipping off his shoes or heading for the bedroom.

He opens the door as quietly as he can and toes inside, deciding as he does that he’ll just change now and shower in the morning. No need for that noise; his goal is the bed and his wife hiding in it.

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[SMS: Uxorem] --IMG Attached--

[SMS: Uxorem] Hey show this to the interns at the station; they’re reasonably hipster. Would they wear these if I brought them in?

[SMS: Uxorem] Call them small batch geometric graphic tees or something, I’m trying to solve a dilema 

[SMS: Uxorem] <3

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Meg? [Caleb shoulders open the balcony patio’s door with his hands full of empty dinner plates and two dogs at his heels] Fireworks are gonna start, soon. I set up the chairs by the balcony.

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See, they warned me Valentines Day was different once you’re married, but I wasn’t expecting this....

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“Alright, the brownies and cupcakes are done- Am I allowed back in our bedroom yet?”

Caleb peers through the edge of the bedroom doorway anyway, curious- He’s been busy finishing up treats already in his costume, puttering around the kitchen with his cane tapping here and there. He knows Megs been busy trying to finish getting ready. He’d love to be fashionably late, but he doesn’t want Jack to have a heart attack over the fact the desert table is looking empty before any guests have arrived. Caleb gently pulls the door a bit more open, Fly sniffing through the crack of it at his feet. “Trick or treat?”

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Caleb feels like he’s finally gaining speed with his ability to text one-handed, ever since one of his hands became overburdened by the cane he wields everywhere he goes. While he stands in the elevator, leaning up against the side, he can use two hands; that proves just how slow one-handed texting is and he sighs as he hits send, glad to be done with the message. Setting up meetings is a pain after so much time, phone numbers have changed and people have left or been replaced... There’s so much work to do, as always. Everyone is questioning if Caleb can handle it. He heard it in Jack’s voice, heard it in Geoff’s words... He questions himself, honestly. How can he possibly go right back to what he was before?

He tries to let the thought go as he steps out of the elevator, heading down the hall to their door. Unlocking the door is a hassle but it’s one he prefers to the alternative- and there’s still the same sound of skittering paws on the other side of the door as he’s grown fond of. Safe, normal.... But he stares across the room as he comes in at the expansive windows and worries about if they’re too expansive, letting the dogs lick at his hands (mostly Fly, as Penny’s a little too short) while he convinces himself of what he decided when he bought the new penthouse and sold off the old one. There are no buildings taller than this on this side of the building. The balcony is too wide to leave a view of the inside from any place with a good shot. They’re safe- it’s safe here. 

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[SMS: Venustus]  They sent us a few more options.

[SMS: Venustus]  (link)   (link)    (link)

[SMS: Venustus]  That second one is pretty nice, right?

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[SMS: Thatlovelyreporterstayingwiththeoldmanat850NYuccaDrive] go to geoff now g o now

[SMS: Thatlovelyreporterstayingwiththeoldmanat850NYuccaDrive] im sory