Together at last
It was late at night at the Swanson's hotel. The reception organised to welcome the company's new investors was over, and now only two angels were awake in that elegant and modern building. Monica was resting her head over Andrew's strong chest, and lulled by the monotonous movement of his fingers entangled in her auburn hair.
"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow... I miss you there, at the beach house, you know? When you're away it seems... that Angela and I lack something... it seems that our world isn't complete..." Monica spoke, lying in her husband's arms.
"I know how it feels, angel... And I'll be with you and Angela soon, I promise..." he said, taking her hand to his lips, noticing she was wearing the silver bracelet he had given her weeks earlier.
The Irish angel sighed and her lips curved in a slight smile. "I have so many memories of this house... Our wedding night and honeymoon... Our first reconciliation after our first argument... It was exactly on a Valentine's Day... I'll never forget how you filled the house with dozens of roses..."
" 'I wish I could bring spring to your door' the song says..." he said, also smiling, and kissing her temple lovingly, "I wish I could always do that..."
Monica's smile grew wider and she turned her head to look at him, "You always bring me the sun, mister!" she inched closer and kissed his lips lightly. When she pulled away, the angel let out a small giggle, which made him look at her rather curious, "What are you chuckling at, may I ask?"
"I've just remembered that our reconciliation at the beach house had a cute little consequence, which is sleeping peacefully in her bedroom!"
Hearing that, he laughed openly now, and tightened his hold on her, "Monica, you're adorable, you know that? The most adorable angel in all Heaven!"
"I know two other angels who are adorable... And one of them will ask for me soon..." she said, sighing deeply and nestling her head underneath his chin once again.
"It's true," he kissed the top of her head, "you should sleep now, my angel..."
"With you holding me like this, it won't be so difficult..." she replied, and some minutes later, she whispered again, "I love you..." her eyelids growing heavier as his caresses on her hair never stopped.
She fell asleep in his arms just a while later, and as tired as he was, Andrew couldn't manage to sleep. If days and weeks seemed very little compared to the centuries he had existed, now that he had met Monica, having her away for more than minutes would always bring a terrible sensation of emptiness and sadness to his angelic heart.
Every second of his existence by her side was certainly worth of a lifetime.
Little by little, however, his human form was finally beaten up by exhaustion and he fell asleep breathing in the sweet perfume of her auburn hair, never releasing her from his arms.
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Shades of yellow and orange slowly started to colour the horizon and the stars were soon fading until they were no longer to be seen. A new day was about to start and before the first sunray crossed the sky, Monica walked over up to the bed and sat down on its edge for a while. The Irish angel tilted her head and watched, with eyes sparkling with love, as her dear Andrew slept away. Biting her lower lip and already missing him by her side, she stroked his tousled blond hair lightly.
"I will always love you..." she whispered into his ear, and then bent down to place a soft kiss on his lips. Then, she was gone with the first sun ray that reached the window.
When Monica reappeared, she was standing by Angela's crib. Feeling a wave of tenderness invading her heart, she watched as the little one slept peacefully, and moved with emotion, the Irish angel chuckled as she noticed how similar Angela's and Andrew's faces were once they were asleep: both serene and tranquil, like an angel's face should be.
Then, Monica turned to look at Tess, who was sleeping in the spare bed inside the baby's room. Smiling, she walked up to her and straightened the blanket up to the angel's shoulders. She looked at the window and watched as the sun started to rise in the horizon. Then, she conjoined her hands and whispered. "Thank you, Father..."
Angela's first cry came a minute later and with a permanent smile, Monica was already there to hold her baby daughter in her arms once again and soothe her little heart.
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Tess was finishing to prepare lunch when a tall blond angel appeared by the kitchen door. With a contented expression on his face, Andrew motioned his finger to his lips, quietly asking her to be in silence. Nodding and smiling back at him, she moved to hold him tightly and received a kiss on her cheek.
"She's in Angela's room," the old supervisor said, happy that all her angel babies were finally together.
Monica was standing by the window, gently rocking Angela and patting her back. The little girl was resting her head over her mother's shoulder but it was possible to see she was still awake. Monica had spent the last hours wondering about Andrew and if he would really manage to return to her on that same day. His presence at the beach house, however, was enough to erase the frown over her forehead. Although she hadn't heard his voice yet, Monica felt he was close. And all it took her was to turn around: he was standing right behind her, with a broad smile and open arms, ready to hold the two loves of his existence once again.
"Andrew..."
"Angel..." he kissed her lips and then reached out to take Angela from her arms.
"Someone here has missed her daddy terribly!" Monica joked, happy to see them together.
"Hey, my little angel!" he spoke, kissing Angela's cheek repeatedly, "Look at how beautiful you are!"
The couple couldn't help laughing when the little baby smiled at him - a toothless smile that would melt even the hardest of the hearts. Andrew wrapped an arm around Monica's shoulders; his heart bursting with happiness for being with his family after such a long time.
"I've watched humans having a family reunion; I've seen a father returning home after being away for months, even years... But only now I can understand how it feels..." he spoke against Monica's hair, "... and all the centuries I've existed wouldn't give me the right words to describe it..."
Monica raised her head and smiled at him, with some tears in the corner of her eyes. The kiss that followed was soft and tender, only interrupted by a funny baby sound, which would always amuse them, and by an old angel's voice announcing that lunch was ready.
The simple house by the beach was involved by an atmosphere where God's love would flow freely. No words were necessary.
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To be continued.