You finally made it home after ironing out the last few details of how things would work so you could join the tour. Each of your friends had said they would in order each spend a night staying late late with you, while the rest would stay a little late to catch any walk ins. They would rotate who stayed every night and moved their schedules around so they could squeeze in some of your other clients. You knew some of them would be bummed, but you tried to keep most of the ones who had wanted a tattoo done especially by you, and the ones that were pieces you were working on over time. The rest were syphoned off to the others, which you were extremely grateful for. They even came up with a plan to gradually tell people that you were going on vacation, and the date you would be absent for.

Tired beyond all belief you barely made it to your door and unlocked it. Inside finally you dropped your keys on the tall small table by the door, placed there for such purposes. You realized that it was oddly quiet inside your loft, and your mind automatically went back to the last time it was this quiet, when you had found Eric packing his things.

Calming your breathing down you walked into your kitchen to grab yourself a beer and an ice water before heading up to bed. As you flicked on the kitchen lights you saw a yellow piece of paper stuck on the fridge with goofy looking magnets, that you know you didn't own before this evening. Taking the note down, and placing the ridiculous magnets back on your fridge you read it quickly.

"Hey babe,
I decided to go home for the night. I figured you would be working late and would need your rest when you got home. That and Bert kept bugging me to come home, I swear that guy is more clingy than a bad ex girlfriend sometimes. Anyway. I cooked you some food, which you'd better eat before passing out or you'll never survive to make it on tour with us, more importantly me. It's wrapped up in the fridge, just nuke it for a quick reheat. I'll call you tomorrow or possibly just show up randomly at work. I also went out shopping for some other things. I demand that you take the food with you and go take a bubble bath, everything is mostly prepared and waiting for you upstairs. I figured I would kiss ass for not telling you that I had called into work for you today. My bad. So go relax, eat, and then go to bed. Hope work went well today.

-Jeph

p.s.
I liked waking up with you this morning.

p.p.s.
And yes, I bought those magnets for you. Your fridge looked blah"

Smiling to yourself you placed the note back on the fridge with the overly crazy magnets. He had bought giant, clear plastic, jewel toned, 3D, odd shaped magnets, they looked so weird that for some odd reason you wanted to stick them in your mouth and chew on them. But you resisted the urge, realizing just how foolish you would look. You fridge was now liberally covered in them, all shapes and sizes, not to mention every jewel toned color possibly known to man. Giving them another look over you realized that they were definitely you, and that your fridge had in fact looked overly blah beforehand.

Chuckling to yourself you opened the fridge and saw the tinfoil wrapped plate, bringing it out you also grabbed a beer as well. Placing the beer and plate down you opened up the tinfoil to see what awaited you inside. On the plate was a chicken breast with what looked like dill and rosemary on top of it, delicately cut into slices. Next to it was what looked like overly fluffy saffron rice and then a steamed kale side dish. All and all your mouth basically started to salivate, and it wasnt even heated yet. You stuck it into the microwave quickly and pushed a couple of buttons. When it beeped finally, you took it and your beer upstairs.

Upstairs you placed your plate and unopened beer on your bed to go check out what he had done to your bathroom. Flicking on the lights you gasped a little. There sitting on your toilet was a brand new, bright red bathrobe that looked like the softest thing in the world. There were rose petals all over the floor and littered in the bath tub as well. There were two different containers of different bath bubbles, along with a glass jar holding bath salts, sitting on the edge of the bath tub in a basket.

Placed along the edge of the bath tub and the sink were various candles of all sorts of colors, and you caught sight of a pack of matches in the basket of goodies as well. Walking over to the basket you took a closer look inside it. Besides the bubbles and bath salt, which smelled like lemon, a favorite of yours, there was a orange citrus tea mask, a new loofah and body wash poof. There was also a bar of hard soap that smelled like spring, with a touch of fresh cut grass.

You were basically in heaven. Some how Jeph had pulled this all off and all in your favorite scents, there wasn't a touch of rose or floral or popourri anything anywhere scent wise. Excited you started the bath, dumping some of the lemon bath salts and the green bubble bath that smelled like apples into the tub. Getting your food you brought it in, stripped down and got into the bath, prepared to eat and soak till your eyes could barely stay open.
-xXx-
The next few weeks were a blur, you felt like a tornado without a path, you were all over the place. You worked such long hours that by the time you dragged yourself home you were too tired to do anything at all. Jeph was home with you almost every night he could spare, which after the first week and a good stern talk with Bert seemed like almost every night. Not that you were complaining, since it was nice to have him to come home to, it was just that you didnt want to drag on him, since you came home, were barely able to eat anything and then passed out.

You didn't think you were much fun to be around the first few weeks as you weaned yourself into this new schedule. But Jeph kept telling you it was okay, that you werent being a drag, that he was plenty capable of going out if he wanted to. Which he did, he would go out with the guys and Bert to ease them off your case. The guys didnt seem to get it, they figured you would still be able to go out and party with them like before and do this new schedule. You laughed at them the first time they asked, and then promised that when you got more use to it you would once again join the night life.

Notes

Bring on the craziness that will ensue!!!