vi was sat on the counter in her and caitlyn's shared kitchen. the kiramman manor was quieter than normal -- caitlyn was in france for a work trip, while the manor was in the middle of london. currently, she was drinking a beer and eating a steak ... with her bare hands ... while waiting for caitlyn to reply to her text.

vi's previous message was simply a checkup: "hi cait i miss u)): come hommmmmeeeeugh i hope it's okay in france on your fancy business trip (without me)" she knew caitlyn had a hard time with these trips, she was autistic and didn't do well with being apart from vi.

the phone then buzzed -- from caitlyn. "i will be home as soon as i can be, my love. france is wonderful. i should bring you here soon, my mother used to love it :-) what are you up to?"

vi smiled at that, her heart warming, smile lines and dimples becoming prominent. "just ate a steak (with my bare hands) now replying to u then im gonna work out i miss my wife"

not that caitlyn could see but vi giggled as she sent that. just a few more days and her girl would be back in her arms. just a few days.