The phone rings, playing the joyfully tropical ringtone I selected. It is meant to cheer me up, and strangely, it does. I answer, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," His sweetly seducive voice whispers, It pours over the phone with the sweetly addictive taste of honey. It fills my ears, my heart, my soul. The emptiness that has been lingering so long is filled so completely--if only for a moment. I can almost feel the warmth of his breath upon my neck as he whispers so quietly. My hands begin to shake with anticipation.

"Hey," I try to remain calm, but my voice cracks in the middle. My heart aches with the beautiful pain of unquenchable lust and desire. I yearn to touch him, kiss him, stroke him, feel him, love him... I take a deep breath, and ask, "What's up?"

"I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice," he responded, his voice sinfully quiet and luxuriously deep. "It's been so long."

"I know!" I sigh, stretching out over my bed. If only he were here now, and my bed not so lonely. If only I could touch his face, kiss his lips... I want so badly to hold him close. "I've been having such a hard time being away from you."

"Me too," he whispers, his voice quivering at the end. I can feel his passion, his loneliness. I want so badly to fill that void in his heart. We could complete each other. We could heal each other's wounds, and fill the emptiness of our hearts. If only we could be together. If only. "It will happen soon, though."

"Will it?" I ask skeptically. I've often dreamt of that moment, when we could finally be together. When I could finally feel his touch. I want to taste his kisses. I want to feel the warmth of his body, and hear the beating of his heart. But as often as I've dreamt of that day, I never expected it to really come. "How are we going to do that? There's too much in the way."

"I have a plan," he continues, hushing me. The strength in his voice silences all my fears. "I'll stop by during the day, and leave around 5. Then we can be together every day."

My heart nearly cries for joy. "Are you serious? Do you think we can get away with that?"

"Yes, my love," He says kindly, his voice growing excited also. "It will be hard, and it'll take work, but we can do it."

"I hope so!" I said, elated. "This is so wonderful!"

My love was finally going to be mine! Completely mine! For all of my daytime hours, I would be able to bask in the blissfulness of his love. My shattered bliss made whole, made perfect int his wonderful man that I love with all my heart. I am so happy, and surprisingly not ashamed.

"I have to go now," he said quietly. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too," I whisper. "Have a good day."

"You too," he says. "I'll be home soon."

"Good," I say. "I'll let Baby know his Daddy's coming home."

And with that, my husband hung up the phone and I--surprisingly overjoyed, amazingly twitterpated, and happy beyond measure--danced with Baby around the kitchen.

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The significance of this post, doubtlessly, is lost on those who have not read the earlier Episodes. I would suggest you do so before you try to get what is really going on here. At least  read one or two.

Also, to clarify--my husband is not allowed to live at home. Therefore, he has to come home during the day to see me, and then leave again to go back on the post. Curses to Army training!!!!