I am going to rate this FIC Alternative Universe, as you will notice some events from OLTL have not happened or have been slightly altered. Disclaimers: The characters aren't mine, just borrowing them, don't sue. The story, however, is mine. Feedback is greatly encouraged…flames will be used to light the fireplace (smile). Enjoy.

Thanks to Carol (my "Boggles"~smile) for all the help!

For M&M gal, whose kind words have touched me greatly, thank you!

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OK I have to tell you, Valentine's day, it sucks. Actually all holidays suck for me but Valentine's day, well that has to be the suckiest. All it is is another day created by some really smart executives to sell cards, flowers and all that stuff. The perfect marketing ploy, put it out there for suckers to buy into it. But, despite this fact, here I am celebrating it. See, my wife, Tea, she gets into these holidays, always has. She gets so psyched about celebrating these stupid days and cause I am so psyched about her, I celebrate to keep her happy. So here I am, celebrating Valentine's day at this little inn I took her to before we were married. Well, let me rephrase that. We were married but not for real, like now. It's complicated. I am after all Todd Manning and most things involving me tend to be complicated.

Anyway, here we are, in the inn, again. I have to let you know that it, it being my plan to get her here, almost didn't work. I'm not much for plans really, unless they are taking over someone's business or totally screwing with their life. Those kinds of plans make my day. But these kinds of plans, surprising the little woman with something mushy, well, that ain't me. But again, I do it for her. So I did. I came up with a really cool plan but like I said, it almost didn't work. I guess you can figure it did, eventually, work cause I am here talking to you. So if it worked, why am I telling you about it? Well, you're here, Tea (my wife) is asleep next to me and I can't sleep. So, if I have to be bored, waiting for her to wake up again, why shouldn't you be? So, whether you like it or not, I'm gonna tell you about the plan that almost didn't work.

It started about two days ago. My ex-wife, Blair Daimler Cramer Buchanan Manning Manning Holden Lang, stopped by. She was back from her honeymoon in Majorca, after having a really quickie romance with Dr. Lang. It raised a few eyebrows in town, yeah I know they are all a bunch of hypocrites but I really didn't mind. One, the doc seemed stable enough and he is good with my daughter, Starr. Second, it meant that my ex-wife was finally over her Max Holden-is-my-soul mate crap, which is always good. So, anyway, Blair stopped by the penthouse to pick up Shorty, who was staying with Tea and I while she was gone, a cool idea cause I really don't spend as much time with her as I like. Don't get me wrong, I spend time with my kid. Its just I would like to spend every waking minute with her but I can't so when Blair proposed the two-week sleep over, I didn't hesitate. Plus, Tea and I, we have a kid together now, Michael, who was born five months ago. I want him and Starr to get to know each other, none of this 'step' crap so I figured this two-week thing was perfect.

I was upstairs, helping Shorty get her bags ready when I heard Tea and Blair talking by the stairs. For some reason, what they were talking about bugged me. Now, let me tell you, the talking part didn't bother me. I was just glad they weren't throwing each other out of windows or anything (another complicated story). No, that wasn't it. They were being civil, Blair telling Tea about how much fun Majorca was; how beautiful it was; and Tea actually sounded interested. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why the conversation bugged me and let me tell you, all night, it nagged at me. Kind of like you forgot something but you can't remember what you forgot, one of those naggy things.

I was in Michael's room later that night, watching him sleep, like I had always done since he was born. See, I do that, I watch people sleep. Well, OK, not people, but my people, my wife, my kids. I like to watch as they lay there, peaceful like. I never had that, peaceful sleep, well, not until I met Tea. Before her, I never slept. Now, well, I sleep better, anyway. She likes to joke that us making love before we go to sleep has something to do with it. Could be. I doubt it though. She's just always made things better for me, including sleep.

Anyway, I was in my son's room when I finally realized what it was that was nagging me. So, once realizing what it was, I thought I would put together a little plan. (You really don't think I am going to tell you what the plan is now did you?? Hell no. She's not awake yet. I still have to entertain myself.) OK, so yesterday, the day before Valentine's day. The day started out like always: Tea and I woke up about the same time as usual, made love, as usual and then got showered and dressed before Michael woke up. We then had breakfast together then I went to work on my plan. I had pretty much everything wrapped up by dinnertime. No big deal right? Yeah, right, well, OK, this is where things get screwy.

I had laid Michael down for bed and came to join Tea in the living room. She was over by the desk and I thought, OK, she's getting her messages, no big deal. Looking back on it, I guess its my fault cause I didn't notice that as she walked away from the desk, she looked, what? Pissed? Worried? Maybe a little bit of both, thinking back on it now.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked her as I walked down the stairs, into the living room. She turned to me like I scared her and if I had been really paying attention, I would have seen that mixed pissed/worried look but I wasn't. Stupid me. I think it's the family life that's making me soft, making me miss the signals of when troubles are starting.

"I don't know, I missed the phone," she told me, walking over to the sofa, sitting. There's a message for you on the phone, your light is flashing." OK, again, I didn't think anything about it. We have two phones lines at the house, each going into separate phone mailboxes when we miss the call. She picks up her messages and I pick up mine. It's supposed to be a lesson in trust or whatever, something she came up with. Anyway, I retrieved my message, got what I wanted to hear and deleted it. I joined her on the couch, getting ready for our evening cuddle. I have to sidetrack here to tell you, that's another thing my wife gets psyched about: cuddle time, another event my wife thought up to make our marriage more traditional, more normal. As you can probably tell by now she's really big on traditions and stuff, not having it much as a kid. I have to say that I didn't have normal traditions when I was a kid so I don't mind it really, I mean, it makes her happy so why not. So that's what we do at night: give the kid his bath, put him down to bed and we cuddle before going upstairs to cuddle some more.

"Who was on the phone?" she asked as I put my arms around her, kicking back on the couch, feeling the warmth of the fire. I have to say, to any guys who might be reading this, if your woman ever ask who is on the phone, just 'fess up. She knows, she only asks the question to see if your gonna tell her. I didn't. I lied. My mistake.

"That was Briggs," I told her, trying to not think of this as a lie but only as a mistruth. Lies hurt, but this, this was gonna be a good lie for her, I told myself. "Some stuff at the Sun, I'll call him tomorrow, no big deal." She didn't say anything else about it, which was good cause I didn't want her to press the issue and have to lie more. Tea and I just held each other in front of the fire, like we always did. Usually, later on in the evening, we would then go upstairs, get into bed and um, well, do other traditional things (use your imagination here, I ain't telling a porno). Anyway, I say 'usual' cause that night was different. That night, she told me she was tired and would I mind if we didn't make love. What was I supposed to say, yeah, I mind, I mind very much not making love to you like we have every night since I came home in November? Yeah I minded cause out of all the stupid traditions and routines she wanted in our daily lives, this was the one I actually looked forward all day to doing (with the exception of putting Michael to bed, of course)? I told her I didn't mind and she went off to sleep.

Now, you would have thought that that little variation in our routine would have been a like a thunderbolt or something going off in ol' Toddy's head. Nope. Dim as a low-watt bulb; dumber than dumbo; clueless as a Buchanan. Where does Todd finally get wise, you ask? Well, it was only a few hours ago, actually. That's when I finally realized my wife was pissed/worried.

Today. Valentine's day. We woke up, separately, didn't make love, another variation on the routine. Tea had gotten up before me, actually, took her shower and got Michael's breakfast, alone. I didn't even hear her get up, the smell of fresh coffee was my alarm clock. After showering and changing, I went down to the kitchen and was greeted by the biggest, brightest, toothless grin a person could get. (Um, you do know that toothless grin was from my five-month old son, Michael and not from Tea, right?? Yeah, course you do, sorry, babbling.)

Anyway, Michael smiled at me and reached for me, another routine I never got tired of. I took my boy in my arms, smiling as he tried to rub my cheek with his hand then made a face when my goatee rubbed against him. It didn't hurt him at least that's what Tea told me cause one day I was really going to shave it off just in case it did. She said he liked it, different textures fascinated him (her words, not mine). Tea was really quite this morning, which is unusual for my wife. Normally, she was a talker, always talked, talked about everything, she loves to talk. But this morning, she didn't speak to me, she only picked up his bowl and put it in the sink, drinking her coffee while I played with Michael.

"So, what have you got planned for today, Delgado?" I asked her as I tried to loosen Michael's grip on my long hair. The kid loved doing that, taking my hair into his fists and pulling, laughing when I made a face like it hurt. He cracked me up sometimes cause it takes so little to amuse him.

"Well, I thought I would stay home today, it's Valentine's day." she answered, quietly, her back still to me.

"Oh yeah, I thought I remembered something like that," I told her, trying not to smile as I thought how cleaver I was for actually remembering and then doing something about this freakin' holiday. "The whole town is decorated with all that mushy stuff."

"Yes, well, I told Carlotta I would visit her later," Tea continued, turning to me, setting her cup on the table. "She is watching Michael while we go out to dinner. Our reservations are at eight. Will you be here for them?"

"What's up with you, Tea?" I asked her, looking at her, wondering why she threw in that last bit. She seemed kind of sad, even thought we were talking about Valentine's day. I mean, God, she lived for this mushy stuff. For weeks she had been going on and on about going out to dinner, alone, just the two of us and now, she just seemed like she really didn't care. Yeah, took me long enough huh, but I was finally starting to think something was wrong. "Nothing, Todd, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"You said that last night"

"And I am still tired" she snapped, taking Michael from my arms. "Can't I be tired without you making a federal case about it?"

OK, now I was starting to get a little ticked. I mean, Tea is always talking about communication, talking about talking to each other, how good it is to communicate and tell each other what is on our minds and the one time I try to make conversation with her, she snaps. Yeah, I was getting good and ticked.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked her. I guess I must have barked it cause both her and Michael looked at me with the eyes as round as saucers look.

"You know, I don't want to have this conversation with you right now. Don't you have something to do?"

"Something to do?" I asked her, walking after her as she and Michael walked out into the living room.

"Look, Todd," She started, looking at me then all of suddenly down at the floor. "I wasn't going to do this, I promised myself I wasn't going to do this…"

"Do what, Delgado?" I was starting to get a little worried. I mean, she looked incredibly sad and usually when Delgado and I argue, she stands toe to toe with me. That's one of the things I dig about her. If I laid out any crap, she wouldn't take it. She would stand up to me but today, she just looked tired, tired and sad.

"If you have to go, just leave, OK?" she told me softly, cradling Michael to her chest. "Don't make it harder for me to let you go by making things feel normal when it's not. I promised myself that if this day ever came, I would let you go, I wouldn't try to hold you back even though it would kill me inside. I promised that I would love you, all of you, even the wandering side of you."

I held up my hand to stop her cause to be honest, I didn't know what the hell she was talking about at first. It was like walking in on a conversation you had no clue about and then having someone ask, 'Isn't that right?' But the hand didn't stop her, she just continued to rattle on.

"I know, Todd. I heard the message on your voice mail last night. I know I shouldn't have listened but I was just curious about why you have been so secretive lately and…"

"You heard my message?" I asked her, to which she nodded. Oh shit, I thought as I started realized now what the hell was going on. The message on the phone last night was from my driver.

…Mr. Manning, this is Jason. Just wanted to let you know that the limo had to be taken in for repairs but don't worry, we got a replacement so you can still leave when you want, whenever your ready to take off, just call….

"Tea…"

"Please don't lie to me Todd, not about this," she continued, looking up at me. "I know your planning to leave. The suitcase is gone and so are some of your clothes."

So this was the deal, Tea thought I was ditching her and Michael. That is why she was so 'tired' last night and so snarky this morning. I have to say I was pissed. I mean, here I was, trying to do the right thing and give her a nice Valentine's day and she thinks I am going to skip out on her? Oh yeah, I was thoroughly pissed.

I couldn't even say anything. I mean, I had all kinds of stuff running through my head to say, some of them I have to admit would have been hurtful. I do that when I get hurt, I hurt back. But I have to admit my shrink would have been proud of me. I didn't give in to them. I just stood there and looked at her, her eyes sad, threatening to tear up. When I couldn't take the look anymore, I decided to do what I always did, I left. I turned around, got my coat and left.

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You know, I really think I should interject here. As much as I love him, my husband tends to twists things and I just want to make sure you get my side of the story. See, as much as I trust and love my husband, there are some things I have to get used to even though he has tried really hard to become the family man that I have always dreamed of. I love him for that; I truly adore him from that. But Todd, well, he's a wandered, a loner. Before, whenever things got too messy to handle, he would leave. Up and leave, coming back when he figured things out. In fact, he did that once to me before but since we have gotten back together, we have made a family together, had a child together. Things have been great between us, don't get me wrong. It's just that since I told Todd that I was pregnant on Christmas Eve, I have been worried that all of this has been too much for him. All of this happened so quickly, right on the heels of everything else that happened before it. So it's understandable that I be worried that it might be too much, too soon, too fast. But he has done well with it all, with everything and I am so proud of him, truly I am.

But when all of sudden he started acting mysterious, with the whispered phone calls, I started to wonder. Then I heard the voice mail message on his phone, the one from his driver. Couple all of that with the fact that this morning, I saw that one suitcase was gone, plus some of his clothes (I didn't even check to see if anything of mine might have been missing) well, unfortunately I let the doubts take over my rational thought. I should have realized that Todd would never leave me, not now, not after we have come so far. We had made a life with each other; we were in a good place now. I could see how happy he was, even though he tried not to show it. Todd, you have to understand, doesn't do happy. He has this weird idea that the happier you are, the happier you act, the quicker the hand of fate comes along to wipe the grin off your face. So he acts grumpy to try to protect himself. I guess looking back on it now, I must have believed in it too, a little, which I hope explains why I didn't trust him. Things are going so well, it has to end, right? No, no it doesn't. Like I told Todd, all good things don't have to end. I guess I should listen to myself once in a while because like I said, I know he loves me. Late at night, when he thinks I am asleep, like now, he tells me things that he can't say in the daylight, about how much he loves me, loves being with me and our son. About how happy I had make him and he how glad I am in his life. He would tell me, again, how I would untwist him and I never, ever once doubted that anything he whispered in the dark was true. I should have remembered that and not jumped to conclusions. My mistake, I didn't.

Anyway, so, after hearing the message, I started jumping to conclusions. I thought he was going to leave and it hurt. I can't even form the words of how much it hurt thinking about him leaving me, my husband is my life. My husband, Michael and Starr, they are my whole world. It hurt more than you could possibly imagine so I blew up at him in the kitchen. Now, when I think on it, I have to say that the look on his face when I told him I knew he was leaving me should have told me that I was wrong. He looked hurt then angry. The anger part was just to cover his hurt. His storming out of the Penthouse was to cover the hurt. I know he wanted to yell at me, possibly even break a couple of things. But he didn't. He just walked out the door, leaving me there, stunned. I remember I held onto Michael for the longest time, holding him and crying, lost in my own thoughts. I couldn't even conceive of how I was going to live without him, how we were going to live without him. The concept was totally foreign to me.

I was still on the couch when the door burst open, Todd stalking into the door, literally dragging Vicki behind him. "Todd, please…" I heard her say, trying to look dignified as he pulled on to her arm, stopping right before me. "Vicki?" I was confused. A few moments ago, I thought Todd was gone, gone from my life forever and now he was here, with his sister in tow.

"Hello, Tea," Vicki started, adjusting her clothing, smoothing her hair. She was out of breath, I could tell, probably because Todd had her run to keep up with him, that or lose her arm. "There's my little nephew." Michael went into her outstretched arms, willingly, probably happy to get away from my latest crying jag.

"Let's go," Todd barked, turning to go back to the door. He stopped, realizing that I wasn't behind him and he actually had the nerve to look annoyed!

"Why?" I asked him, wanting an explanation.

"Just get your butt in gear and let's go, Delgado." He snarled giving me a look that told me I could have waited there all day and I still wouldn't have gotten one. Todd wasn't going to explain until Todd was ready.

"Perhaps if you asked your wife nicely," Vicki started, patting Michael on his back as he fiddled with her necklace. "She might go with you."

"OK, fine," Todd huffed, "get your butt in gear and let's go, please, Delgado". I stood my ground. I folded my arms and wasn't going anywhere until I got my explanation.

"Its OK, Tea," Vicki smiled at me, my anger lessening by looking at her calm, soothing face. "I am here with Michael, you go on. Don't worry about anything."

When Todd left out the door without me the second time, I thought, hell, let him go. But then, my curiosity got the better of me and after kissing my son on the head goodbye, I left too.

"Are you going to explain?" I asked him as we sat in the back of the back of the Rolls Royce. I was sitting next to him on the temperature controlled leather seats; my arms folded, waiting but he wouldn't budge. He just gave the driver the OK to start and then, stretching his legs out in front of him as he lounged back, his head turned slightly, watching me, silently.

I was going to repeat myself when he suddenly sat up, leaned over to me, "Put this on."

I looked at his hand, noticing that he was holding a silk scarf. It was my turn to smirk, "Excuse me? Todd, look…"

"Delgado, look, I'll explain later. Can you at least give me this?" he asked me, his voice soft.

It only took a glance into those beautiful hazel eyes and I was lost again. He could have asked me to do the most impossible task in the world and I would have done it. So, I took the silk scarf from him and tied it across my eyes and sat quietly, listening to him breath just inches apart from my face. He smelled so good, I thought as I inhaled his scent. It seemed like ages since I was safe, in his arms.

"If I were really going to leave you," he whispered to me, his hot breath on my face "Would you be here now? I know I screwed this up but just wait, OK? You'll see, I'll explain everything." I had no doubt in my mind now that he would, so I did give this to him. I sat quietly next to him in the Rolls Royce and waited for what felt like an eternity.

"We're here, Mr. Manning." I heard Jason, the driver, finally announce. "Good. Get out and don't come back for awhile." I heard the door open and close as I felt Todd shift to face me. He was close to my face again, his hot breath on my face again, his warm hand on top of mine. "Well, this isn't how I planned it but…." He untied the scarf around my eyes and looking out the window, I noticed that the Rolls was sitting in front of the Bayberry Inn.

"I started thinking," he started, holding my hand tighter, "When Blair was over the other day. She was telling you about her honeymoon and how wonderful it was and you were listening, trying to be nice…"

"Trying?" I asked, smiling. "Todd, I was being nice. Look, I know Blair and I have had our…differences but I am truly happy for her. And besides a happy Blair makes all of us happy, right?"

"Yeah, I know," he told me, looking away. "But she was telling you all this stuff and it kind of bothered me cause once I thought about it, I realized we didn't have a honeymoon. I mean, not a real one, anyway."

"You don't count the night we spent in Mrs. Hubbard's guest room as a honeymoon?" I asked him, touching his cheek, my skin tingling from the memory of that night, of being with him, finally, after all that time.

"Well…" he started, closing his eyes at my touch, leaning into it then looking at me again. "I do but that's not what you really wanted, is it? I mean, chicks make a big deal about honeymoons, right? A romantic place like Paris or Spain. It's just, I kind of felt crappy that I didn't give you that. I mean, after we left the farm, things started happening kind of fast, you know, with us getting back together and then having little Michael. I really didn't think about it until when Blair came over. I know it's not much, especially since I can afford the best but I really didn't have time to plan anything remotely elaborate. The plan was to bring you here after we had dinner and Carlotta was going to take little Michael back to the Penthouse so Vicki could spend the night and watch him." In making his plans, Todd remembered something Tea mentioned once and it had gotten him thinking that when they left, Michael should stay in his own room, instead of sleeping over at someone else's house. She mentioned how babies recognized their parent's scents to distinguish their parents from strangers, relying on this ability (among others) until their eyes grew stronger and they recognized faces. The thought of it , albeit amazing, was truly disgusting (he had a scent?) but in case it was true, he had told Vicki to spend the night at the penthouse, so Michael could smell his parents and not miss them too much. "But, as usual," he continued, "things got fuc-um, screwed up."

"I know you thought I was going to leave you," he continued "And at first, I was really pissed off about it. But when I really thought about it, while I was driving over to Vicki's to get her, I couldn't really be mad. I mean, I know I've done stuff in the past and I see the look that in your eyes whenever I leave the Penthouse…"

"Todd…" I tried to interrupt, but he just shook his head, continuing.

"Look, Delgado, whether you mean for it to be there or not, I see it. And it's not your fault really. But…but I promise, we'll get it together, someday. One day, whenever I leave the Penthouse, it won't even cross your mind that I might not be coming back cause you'll know, this is where I truly wanna be…with you and my kids."

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and Todd, as usual, shifted uncomfortably. He hates it when I cry, I know but I really couldn't help it. I was truly touched. If ever I had doubted that my husband loved me, this, this was proof that he did. "Don't cry, Delgado," he whispered to me, taking me in his arms. But for me, that wasn't close enough. I needed to be closer to him, to be safe and secure in his arms, the only place that I could ever feel that so I slid onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth shed away any doubts I could ever have.

"Oh, Todd…."

"Hey. I even got you a card." He told me, amused, pulling my arms away from his neck, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled at first as he handed the tiny card to me, then laughed as I opened it. It was one of those cards that kids give to each other, with pictures of cartoons and such on it on it. Mine had Superman on it, his body stretched out as he is flying through the air. 'I think your super," the front read, then opening it, 'be my valentine.' "That's the one I like the best," he told me, with a chuckle. "The other ones were either too silly or really, disgustingly sappy so I got this one."

"I love it," I told him, truthfully, kissing his cheek, then his wonderful, soft mouth. Looking into his beautiful eyes, "How about we start our honeymoon, Mr. Manning?" I asked him, kissing him again, letting my lips slide across his, as the tip of his tongue darting across my lips. We didn't make it inside the Inn for another hour.

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Well, that's pretty much it, the plan that almost didn't work. I know it was incredibly long, couldn't be helped but hey, when it's a story about Delgado and me well, its usually very long and very complicated. She's still sleep, or it looks like she's sleep. You know how I said I like to watch her sleep sometimes? Well, I realized that she likes to do the same thing so she might be, what they call, playing possum. Probably not, though. Not to brag or anything but she's probably kind of tired. I am too, actually but I can't sleep, yet. I miss my kid. About right now, I would be watching him sleep another routine I had gotten used to.

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"Hello?" The sleepy voice on the phone answered.

"Vicki, wake up, I need you to do something for me."

"Todd? Is that you? Is everything OK? It's 3 o'clock in the morning?"

"Real good sis, hey, if that thing at the Banner doesn't work out you could always get a job as the time lady. Are you awake?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I need you to take the phone into Michael's room and put it in his crib."

"Why?" The silence on the other end told her she wouldn't be getting her answer anytime this century. "Fine." Todd heard her shifting, like she rising out of the bed and listened as she made her way from the guest bedroom to his son's room, uttering a slight expletive as she bumped into something. Todd smiled as he thought how he would have to remind her of that the next time she got hoity-toity with him about his mouth.

"OK, good night Todd," Vicki whispered, as she approached her nephew's crib.

"Hey, Vicki?"

"Yes?"

"Don't put it too close to his head, in case he rolls over or something."

"Alright, Todd."

"And Vicki?"

"Yes, Todd?"

"Look, um, Tea wanted me to tell you…you know, thanks for helping us out, even though things got screwed up." Vicki smiled into the phone, looking over at her little brother's miracle.

"As long as things worked out, which I am assuming they did. You both are quite welcome, Todd."

"Come back in an hour and hang up, OK?"

"OK Todd, goodnight." Todd could hear the phone being placed down and the squeak of the door as it closed. He wasn't sure if he could hear anything at first but as he closed his eyes, listening very, very carefully… A smile formed on his lips. He could hear him, his son, breathing softly in a deep sleep. Todd reached into his wallet as it laid on the nightstand and took out a Polaroid picture, his finger tracing the image. It was of Michael, sleeping in his crib, a picture taken during one of his recent naps, made especially for this occasion. As Todd listened to his son breath, he looked at the sleeping image: lying on his stomach, his knees tucked under him, his behind in the air a little. Michael's hand was formed into a small fist, his face peaceful with sleep, his mouth slightly opened, his lips curled upward slightly in a grin. Todd smiled as he remembered the day Michael first smiled in his sleep, an action Todd thought with some worry was gas. Tea had told him that he was smiling in his sleep because the angel's were whispering in his ear. Todd scoffed, of course, it had to be the silliest thing that he'd ever heard. But secretly, he liked the idea of angel's talking to his son, especially if it meant his son wouldn't dread sleep like he once did.

When he heard the soft click of the phone, Todd realized that his hour was over. It had gone much too quickly, he thought, clicking off the cell phone and replacing the picture in his wallet. But, he would be home soon enough, able to see his son again, he thought as he gathered his wife into his arms. Valentine's day still sucked, he thought, hearing her sigh as her warm body wrapped around his as she kissed his cheeks, his lips. But it wasn't all that bad.

The End
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