I nodded when Chris left the room, feeling a bit sad really. I waited for him to come back, chin in my hand. I pulled my fingers away from something sticky and grinned at the pancake batter on my fingers. "Of course he wouldn't tell me. He never does." I muttered to myself just before he walked back into the room. I wiped off my cheek, glancing at him with a shake of my head, though I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. "Way to tell me I had pancake batter on my face, love." I muttered. I rubbed it off with my sleeve.<br/>I listened and watched him as he fake thought about my birthday. I roll my eyes a little, so I missed his coming over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I was a bit surprised when he kissed me between words. Once I was over the quick shock of missing his moving, I relaxed into his arms looping my arms around his neck. When he kissed me just before he said 'is your birthday' I kissed him back, wishing to stay like that forever. But he went back to eating his pancakes, and I had to clean up the batter mess.<br/>With a quiet sigh, I walked over to the sink, my knee hurting from standing on it. I heard Chris say something about getting whatever I wanted but I shook my head.<br/>"It's our house. You have to help pick stuff out too." I said, glancing over to see if he was enjoying the pancakes. I washed out the bowl, starting in on the measuring cup I'd used to make the same size pancakes, while humming softly. A sudden thought leapt to my head.<br/>"Did you read the note?" I asked, wiping my hands on a towel and leaning against the counter with one hip. I watched him as he ate, wondering if that was weird, but he was so lost in the pancakes, I had to laugh. "Babe. Don't worry, their not going anywhere!" I laughed.<br/>I walked over to where he sat and leaned on the counter next to him. Closing my eyes for a second I remembered it was my younger sisters birthday tomorrow. I got a bit sad, because I had always been with her for her 18 years, but now I wasn't. And I couldn't go back.<br/>Not because my family had kicked me out or anything, but because I had been kidnapped, beaten. My parents encouraged my move here, six hours from my family, even to be with Chris, if it meant that I was safe. I sighed heavily and rolled my neck. The memories were almost as painful as the real thing, I reached out and touched Chris's head.<br/>The feel of his hair under my fingers made me come back to now, here with him, in our new kitchen, in our new and unfurnished house. I ran a hand though his hair, absently. "Babe, if we remember, would you mind if we picked up a card for my sister? It's her birthday tomorrow." And I can't be with her. I finished in my head.<br/>As happy as I was to be here, No. Happy wasn't right, Ecstatic, to be here with my love. I still miss my sister. I tried to keep the sadness off my face, because I was more happy than sad but with a very expressive face, its hard. I dropped my hand from Chris's head and went to put the now cool grittle away.