
I shook my head, as Aaron feel asleep on the sofa, and lightly kissed his forehead. He felt a bit warm, but I blew it off on the alcohol. I knew it rose your body temp a little to the touch, and he was only slightly warm. I lightly brushed a hand over his cheek, with a sadden smile on my face. "I love you, Aaron." I said softly, knowing he was already dead to the world. The cats were both asleep in the chair, and I patted them both lightly, as I walked by them, hearing them start to both purr. I walked into the bedroom, and pulled out my suitcase. Gambit ran over and jumped on the bed, watching me as I started to pack, and grabbing clothes every now and them from the open draw and putting them next to him, so he could lay his head on them. I laughed at him, trying not to feel so sad. How come I felt like I was getting kicked out of my own home? I shrugged the feeling away. I wasn't going to say anything to Aaron right now. The job I was going to was just waiting on me right now. So, with this project done, I would easily fly in tomorrow, and start filming as well. If I started a good four days early, then even if something happened during filming, I had four days to fix it. I could get back here the night before our anniversary and maybe then, just maybe, everything would go back to normal. I thought about leaving eight now, but right now there were no open flights until later, so I quickly took the earliest they had, knowing I needed to be out of here soon, and so needed to pack now.
I noted Aaron walk by me, and I didn't think he noticed me. He had slept for a while, but he still looked really tired. Then, I heard him in the bathroom, and felt my own stomach feel weak. I shook is off, and stood up, but paused as I heard the sound of Aaron's phone send off a text and then get one. "Are you okay, love?" I questioned, thinking about walking in to make sure he was okay. Did he really drink that much? I wasn't sure when the last time Aaron had vomited from drinking too much.
Always. Was the simple first text that Eddie sent back, when in reality he was trying his best not to get overly excited. Though, the mono thing did not mean good things. More so with the musical and everything. He shook his head, and went on with his next text. Poor baby! How? When do I need to be over there? Not the parents!


