Home for the Holidays

The music echoed softly throughout the house.

I brought you something close to me,
Left for something you see though your here.
You haunt my dreams
There’s nothing to do but believe,
Just Believe.
Just Breathe.

Millie walked in step with him as he made his way to the source of the music. Milo cut across the hallway, saw his owner approaching, reversed course and stood in on his hind legs.  That was Milo’s way of saying, “Pick me up, please!” which he did. He reached the kitchen door and leaned on the frame.

Another day, just believe,
Another day, just breathe
Another day, just believe,
Another day. Just breathe.

Beth, short for Elizabeth, swayed her hips softly to the beat of the music. His eyes glided down from the tips of her deep red hair, though the curves of her lower body and to the tip of her bare feet that flashed pink painted toes. Skye, the new addition to the family, bobbed his tiny head from side to side. The kitten had its mother’s pale blue eyes. A month an a half ago those eyes were closed to the world now the drank every detail with gusto, from glittering specks of dust suspended on a beam of sunlight to Beth’s seductive moves.

I’m used to it by now.
Another day, just believe.
Just breathe. Just believe.
Just breathe.
Lying in my bed,
Another day, staring at the ceiling.

He had to admit that the last month had been grueling. Five newborn kittens that demanded his constant attention, from cleaning, to feeding not to mention playing. The other members of the household pitched in, in their own way. Millie shared their bed, keeping them warm. It if not had been for her maternal instincts, he doubted the kittens would have survived the cold  nights. Milo,  played the role of playful uncle, bating them around and generally serving as their sure footed playmate. The real surprise came from the Lady of the House herself, Lily. She didn’t interact with them much, except to watch over them. Yet, they moved where ever she went and waited patiently for her to climb to her favorite perch before engaging in roughhousing with Milo or diving into Millie’s fluffy golden curls.

Just breathe. Another day.
Another day, just believe.
Another day.
I’m used to it by now.
I’m used to it by now.

“There you are? I didn’t hear you come in,” Beth said.

“Didn’t want to interrupt your dancing,” he replied.

“Okay.” She smiled, that coy, playful smile that captured his imagination that day at the cafe. A lot had changed since then. “By the way, do you have any plans for Xmas Eve?”


“Because mum told me that she wanted you to come to her Xmas party. But I thought, why not have here?”

“Here, your mother? I don’t know…I mean she is great cook, and I am not going anywhere…”, he said.  He though about it. With his travel plans canceled it would be good to have company over and besides he could indulge in a bit of holiday wine if he didn’t have drive to Surrey and back. “Sure.”

Just breathe. Just believe.
Just breathe. Just believe.
Just believe. Just breathe.
Just believe.

Another thought popped into his mind. Milo’s reassuring purr made what he had to say that much easier, “Beth, you know that I’m done shooting the last series of the show, right?”  She nodded. “So, I don’t think I’ll be going back to London for awhile. I’m working on a few projects here and well, besides the odd interview, I really don’t have to go back down there. Well, except for one thing.”

She took another sip from the wine glass. “Me,” she said.

“Yes, and although I love the company of three cats and a dog,” Millie barked at that moment, “Yes, Millie, you.” She wagged her tail in response. “I could use some human company and not only on the weekends.”

“You want me to move in?”

Beth was nothing if not extremely perceptive. He looked at her green eyes, framed in a cascade of vermilion hair. Things had changed, as had his feelings for her.

Another day, just believe.
Another day.
Another day, just believe,
Another day, just breathe,
Another day (I do believe).

He walked over to her and put Milo on the kitchen counter.

She picked at the black hairs left on his sweater, “You’ll have to wash this, again.”

His hand came to rest on her hip, “I know. So what say you? There is a train station nearby, you can commute….”

She cut him off by pressing an index finger on his lips.



Another day(so hard to breathe)
Another day(not so hard to believe)
Another day. Another day.

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