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The Anniversary

Jacks P.O.V

The sun set slowly out the window of my office.
I was barley typing at this point. Just pretending to write a report on the hostages in Kings row.

No matter how hard I tried to work I had pretty much decided I would just keep pretending until my shift was over.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. Gabe.

His handsome scarred face, his big brown arms. Everything about him was perfect. And to think he loved me made my heart flutter. But he did and that was all I needed. It kinda sucked being Strike Commander and having my own office. Then I didn't get to see him will we where working.
But he would come see me later that night. My eyes laid heavily on the window out at the night sky, dreaming about the happiness I felt.
My door opened, causing me to jump in alert.
It was Ana.
She had been out taking care of Fareeha while she was sick.
"Ana! You're back"
She smiled at me. "I had hoped you would stop the war while I was out."
I smiled uncontrollably.
She sat in the small chair in front of my desk.
"How is Strike Commander Morrison doing?"
I blushed and smiled. "He's fine" .

Ana had a smirk on her face as if she knew I was thinking about something.

She knew Gabe and I had relations, most of Overwatch did. And nobody really cared. She kept starring at me, squinting, trying to figure me out.
My phone buzzed.
It was him.

So... do I have to eat this dinner I just cooked all by myself? Where are you amor?

I jerked. I then realized that the time had changed the night before and I was an entire hour late to our date. Ana noticed me get frazzled and stood up.
I didn't want to rush her away, but I also kinda did.
"It's your anniversary?" She asked.
I nodded quickly pulling my things together trying to leave.
She grinned.
"Have a good night"
She flicked off my office light.
I ran out quickly and started for the elevator.
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I opened the door to Gabe's Room. He stood at the counter lighting a candle.
He was wearing a black fitted shirt with buttons. It showed all he had.
Which was plenty.
Dark pants and no shoes.
He had even combed his hair. He looked at the door and smiled. I blushed.
"Fashionably late?" He smirked.
"Hardly" I replied.
He walked to me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
"Happy anniversary Mi amor"
"Happy anniversary handsome"

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