Bringing sentences instead of gifts
Happy Birthday Baby M!
My dear girl, I know I wrote you an email already but this is your real gift, a little fic/drabble.
Title: Long distance lullaby.
Characters: Jake and Peyton, mentions of others.
Word Count: 431.
Rating: PG.
A/N: This is for Mimi, because fluff is best gift right?
Summary: In a not so distant future, they spend sometime on the phone.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath; it’s another hotel in a city whose name she won’t remember anyway. She picks up her phone and dials without looking.
Hey.
Hi babe, how’s going?
Good and busy, too busy probably. The kids?
They’re sleeping right beside me, they wanted to wait for your call, I can wake them up if you want.
Don’t, I’ll call them in the morning before they leave for school. Jen has that big dissertation tomorrow, I’ll like to wish her luck. She let’s out a long sigh on her cell.
You sound exhausted and I’m the one handling my job and the house by myself.
What can I say I’m tired Jake, I promised Mia a week and it’s only been 4 days, 7 hours and… a lot of minutes.
He laughs on the line, something comfortable that makes her miss her home even more.
Someone has been counting the minutes?
What can I say I miss my bed.
Your bed is kind of full these days, one blonde left and there’s 2 sleeping blondes to keep me company.
Only 2? I was expecting your whole fan club bursting through our door demanding your attention. Who knows what happens when the Mrs. is gone.
He can see her pouting over the line, one hand on the phone; the other is twisting one of her endless curls.
You know the usual, it’s party central here, all the strippers come and I provide the buzz, don’t worry it’s not illegal per se. She yawns.
You should sleep babe, you need to rest.
I think I’m too old for this rockstar life, I cannot keep up with the traveling, the concerts and the media, it never stops.
Don’t whine Peyt, you know you love it.
But I love being your wife more.
I won’t disagree with that, at all. We miss you here, I can’t manage to make Ellie’s pigtails right. She can’t stop feeling more homesick imagining her youngest complaining about her crooked braids.
I’ll be home soon and you’ll be relieved of your hair’s duties.
I can’t wait. I love you.
I love you too, kiss the girls goodnight for me ok?
Of course; sweet dreams.
You too, bye.
She closes her phone and tries to find comfort in the lonely bed, she notices that all the time she has been playing with her wedding ring, an odd habit that appears every time they’re apart.
She realizes why she couldn’t sleep before calling home, it his voice the only thing that keeps her warm at nights.