She took a stretch break around 6pm, and slipped into the private restroom in the office to open RJ's note. She unfolded the piece of card stock to find two pictures; one of RJ's hand and one upper body shot of a shirtless RJ up until his happy trail. On the back of the hand he had written, 'place this hand where you want to feel me touching you. Close your eyes and savor the sensations.' She grinned to herself - "Well, this is certainly something new!" thinking she would try just that tomorrow morning when she wakes up.
On the back of the picture of his shirtless self, RJ had written, 'we are a third of the way there to me coming back home. Here's a little of me to entertain you.' She burst out laughing when she realized that in the picture, he was subtly pointing down his happy trail. "Oh how I miss you my love.." Only her RJ..
~Richard~
On Thursday morning, RJ found a note from Maine in his socks; 'I love to listen to your heartbeat.' He added it to the pile of notes he put in a special envelope inside a ziploc bag that he keeps in his belt bag that he carries with him anywhere he goes. The shoot are going very well, and the actors are exceeding expectations. He had made several innovative improvements in quite a lot of the scenes.
Each day was full of activities, starting at 5am and ending at 9pm after a review and debriefing with the actors. He was learning as well as leading, and his suggestions, directions and natural leadership had not gone unnoticed by the producers and his actors. Each night, he just about passed out on the bed, tired to the bone. He did have to admit that he enjoyed the 'rush' of field or location shooting, but he really didn't miss it on a daily basis. He misses his family more.
On Friday morning, a note from Maine fell out of his shirt as he pulled it from the suitcase. 'I cherish the warmth and love I feel when you are snuggled with me.'
R: Hay Menggay ko, if you only knew how much these arms are missing you.. *he thought as he pictured her naked in his arms. A rap on his door snapped him from his daydream* I'll be right there! *he called out, knowing it was either Mama Ten or kuya Leysam*
He quickly put the note in the envelope and placed it in his belt bag and went down with the group for breakfast before they start shooting again.
~Maine~
Maine awoke at 4:40am again on Friday. She pulled the picture of RJ out of her nightstand drawer and then the picture of his hand. She studied the picture, RJ's happy trail in the picture getting her mind thinking of him naked. Oh, how she misses the caresses and touches from his hands. They are both touchy feely persons. She missed touching him with her hands and feeling his body respond to her touch. 'RJ ko.. if you only knew how much I long for your touch right now.'
Sunday could not arrive fast enough for Maine; she was so looking forward to a longer facetime with Richard. She pulled RJ's pillow to her and inhaled his familiar scent.
Saturday was a busy day. Maine still has EB. And she promised Daddy Rick that they will visit Lola Linda in Nuvali. So there she is on a saturday afternoon and staying overnight to catch up with her husband's family. She had found another note from RJ in her favorite Chanel ballet flats: 'Can't help but notice how these shoes always fits and clings to your feet, but I love to cling to you.' She smiled and put the note in her pocket, to add to the ones she keeps in an envelope in her bag for later.
Maine found another note when she stripped the bed sheets. She wanted the sheets to be freshly changed when they get home on Sunday. The note fell out from under the fitted sheet near the foot of the bed. 'My feet, your feet, tangled together in the early morning...' she smiled as recall hundreds of mornings that they were exactly doing just that.
That same Saturday evening, Maine and the three kids were at the family dinner at the original Faulkerson's house in Nuvali. Riza, her sister in law and currently pregnant with her first child and also staying overnight, had decided on a Mexican themed dinner, so Riza's husband brought chicken enchiladas. Thirdy and Theo, like their father, are not picky eaters. The boys would eat tacos, enchiladas and burritos any time, unless the other choice was pizza or their Mama's spaghetti. Riza had arranged the food so that each one could make their own tacos and burritos. Maine meanwhile had brought cake and ice cream for dessert. Maine enjoyed the time with Richard's family, sharing mommy stories with Riza, giving advice on pregnancies, them chatting with Lola Linda on child-rearing. Her, Riza, Angel and ate April making some virgin pina coladas and frozen margaritas sans the tequila, catching up with the rest of clan, but she also missed having RJ there.
Twelve Days (Part 2)
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