One Shot #11 - "Two More Weeks"
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One Shot #11
"Two More Weeks"
[Past One Shots]
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"Babe, you are so loud when you get ready," Harry sighs as he stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.
You looked up from your spot in spot of the sink where you were curling your hair, "I wasn't that loud," You argue, a smile playing on your lips. "Good morning," You say, putting your curling wand down and wrapping your arm around his waist. "You should go back to bed, baby. You have the day off..." You say, glancing at the clock reading that it was only six a.m.
"Yeah, a day off that's supposed to be for packing for the next eight weeks." He mumbles into your hair as he pulled you to his chest. "Morning," He whispers, kissing your forehead.
"Don't remind me." You whisper, pulling away and returning to your stance at the bathroom counter, curling a few pieces before your ran your fingers through your hair, loosening the curls.
"Are you sure that there is no way you can come with me?" Harry asked softly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.
"Babe, we talked about this...there is no way that I can take off eight weeks. I teach, babe. I can't just up and leave my students like that." You sigh.
"For the millionth time, you do-" Harry starts, using his hands to talk.
"Don't have to work because we have enough money." You finish his sentence, "I know. You tell me that every time that we get on this topic. I love what I do, Harry. I love what I do. I wouldn't change it for the world. I love my kids, I can't just leave them."
He looked up at you in the mirror, staying silent for almost too long. "And that's something I love about you. You are so damned committed to those kids and what you do." He smiles.
"I do love my kids," You nod, unplugging everything and pulling your hair half up, fastening it into a small bun at the back of your head before fixing the bottom layer of curls.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek and moved past him to your closet. Harry smiled and brushed his teeth, running his hand through his sleep mused hair before reemerging into the bedroom.
You pulled your favorite dress over your head and straightened the flowy navy blue material with creme flowers over your body. You slipped into your creme colored heels. You walked back out into the room and smiled at Harry.
"Do you want me to make breakfast before I go?" You ask, reaching over and running your hand through his hair. He stared at you for a second before reaching up and grabbing your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm.
"I'm going to miss seeing you like this in the mornings." He whispered, pulling you down onto his lap gently. You sighed and rest your head against his shoulder.
"Don't get all sappy on me...We've done this a million times. It's hard, I know. I cry for days every time you leave, but before you know it, the eight weeks will be up and you'll be back home for a while." You offer.
Harry looks up at you and forces a small smile, "Then we can start trying for a family, right?"
You were taken aback slightly as you let out a slow breathe, "A family?" You asked, just above a whisper.
"Yeah...a family." He nodded, "You know, you...getting pregnant...with a baby." He laughs.
"Yeah, I know what it is." You nod, "When you get back, we'll try for a baby." You nod. You looked up at your clock and sighed, "Alright, I've got to get going so I don't hit traffic. I love you." You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I love you. I'll see you soon." He smiles before climbing back into bed.
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"Okay, everyone!" You smile as you stood at the front of your classroom, looking out at the sea of your fifteen preschooler's who were settling into their desks to learn about their colors. "Okay, we're going to go over our colors again!" You smile, pulling out your color cards that had illustrations of animals on them.
You smiled as they all cheered and turned their attention to you. "Just remember that we do what when we know the answer?" You ask. You smiled proudly as they all raised their hand. "Jacob? What do we do?"
"Raise our hand!" He grins proudly.
"Good job!" You smiled, giving him a high five. "Okay, who can tell me what this color is?" You ask, holding up a picture of a brown bear.
You looked up as the classroom door opened and Harry ducked in with a smile, sitting down at your desk. "Okay...Sophia! What color is this?"
"Uh..." She giggled, "Brown!"
"Good job!" You grinned, giving her a high five as well. You went through your stack of color cards before lining the kids up and leading them to the cafeteria for lunch and then recess.
You returned back to your classroom and smile as you see your favorite take out sitting on your desk with Harry across from it. "Thank you for doing this." You smile, sitting down.
"Anything for you, lovey." He smiles, "I want to spend as much time as I can with you before I have to leave tomorrow night."
"Did you get packed?" You asked, taking a bite of your favorite food.
"Not even close. I'm counting on you to help me." He laughs with a grin.
"As usual," You smiles, continuing to eat. Geez, you were going to miss him.
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You stared at Harry through the computer screen and yawned. Just two more weeks until he came home. The past six weeks had dragged by, hurting more than it ever had before.
"I better let you go...It's late there, you're obviously tired..." He says softly.
You yawned again and sighed, "Yeah...I've still got a whole lesson to plan and paper's to go over." You smile tiredly. "I'll call you in the morning, okay?"
"Sounds perfect." He says gently, "I love you, babe."
"I love you too. I'll talk to you soon, love." You smile, blowing him a kiss and waving.
"Talk to you soon." He says sadly before blowing you a kiss, "Bye, love." He concludes, logging off.
Just two more weeks. That's all that was left. You could do it.
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