Dom (Alliance #3)

Angel: I already did.

Angel: Glad you made it.

Angel: Please be safe.

I smile to myself.

Me: Never change, Valentine.

* * *

Me: Morning, Shorty. I won’t have great service today. I’ll send another number for you to save. It’s satellite.

Me: *sends new contact number*

Me: I’ll still be able to check my phone occasionally, but call that number if you need something urgent.

Angel: Okay. My work is closed until New Year’s, so I’ll just be here eating takeout and watching TV. Don’t worry about me.

Me: If I can’t reach out and touch you, I’ll worry about you.

* * *

Me: Tell me something good.

Angel: I ordered groceries this morning and have been baking Christmas cookies.

A pained screamrips through the air as I smile down at my phone.

Me: I think I need proof of this.

Angel: *sends photo of sink full of dirty mixing bowls*

Me: I want your pretty face in the picture, Angel.

Angel: *sends selfie with her hair up in a bun and a bit of flour on her cheek*

I save the photo to my phone, then save it as my background image.

Me: I’m looking forward to eating your cookie.

Angel: I want you to know how hard I’m rolling my eyes.

* * *

I rollonto my back and groan. The mattress in this place is shit.

As I’m reaching for my phone, it buzzes with an incoming text.

Angel: I miss you.

Warmth floods my heart, and I hold the phone against my chest, letting my eyes close.

I’m ready to go home and be done with this.

Me: I miss you, too.

Angel: Happy Christmas Eve.