Jace finally came home around 2 am. As he sat in the car in the drive way, he couldn't help but think how much he was dreading going into the house. He didn't want to fight with Reagan anymore. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He just needed her to understand that his job is really important to him right now. He sighed and then worked up his courage to get out of the car and walked to the front door.
As he stepped into the house, he noticed how dark and still it was, like it was deserted. All the pricey knick-knacks were just items to fill the empty home. He walked to the bedroom that he shared with Reagan. When he opened the door and looked to the bed, he felt his heart swell with emotion at what he saw. Reagan was curled into a ball on her side sound asleep in the enormous bed, looking almost like a child. He realized then how much he loved this woman. She was his soul mate, the one he pledged his love to. He regretted the way he treated her before he left. He loved the silhouette that she made in the sheets. He wanted nothing more than to soothe her and tell he was sorry.
As he walked to her side of the bed and knelt beside her sleeping form, he could see the dried tear streaks on her face. That pained him but he couldn't show it. He had always kept a check on his emotions, never revealing how he felt to anyone. His feelings were his and his alone to know. That changed when he met Reagan.
He could still remember when he first laid eyes on her in high school. She was a freshman and he was a senior. She walked in all bright eyed and innocent, like a fawn in new territory. He felt an immediate spark as he looked at her. He knew that she would be his no matter what. And it came true. They had dated intensely and then married shortly after he graduated college and got his job at the agency.
He slowly reached out his hand to caress her cheek, reveling in how soft her skin was. Her eyes blinked open, startled at the touch. She was relieved that it was her husband. He continued to stroke her cheek and she sat up slightly to bury her face into his palm, glad to be getting this kind of sensual contact from him after being without it for so long.
"Shhh...it's only me, sweetheart," he whispered, even though they were the only ones in the house.
"Jace...I'm glad you made it home okay," she said softly, the sleepiness still hinting in her voice.
Then there was a tense silence between them for long moments. Neither knew what to say to the other about what was going on with their relationship. They just stared into each other's eyes like they were trying to memorize every feature. It was Jace who broke the silence.
"I'm sorry about earlier, baby. I shouldn't have treated you that way," he lamented." I want to make it up to you. I have been a bone head these last few weeks. Will you forgive me, sweetheart? I love you so much and I hate arguing with you."
Reagan sat, mesmerized by his words. They were so tender she had to wonder if aliens had conquered the real Jace. The Jace she knew was not really emotional, never cried, and always kept his feeling to himself. She had accepted this a long time ago. Deep down she knew that was who he really was and she knew that he loved her. She decided that this was a nice change.