The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer

The next two weeks passed quickly, too quickly, Viggo thought. He dreaded Bob's call that would mean Tabby's Jeep was ready. He didn't want her to go, he had told her that he loved her, she said she loved him...they had shared his bed every night since he got back from New York, but was it enough? She did have to leave; her agent was having a fit already, calling daily hassling poor Tabby about responsibility and commitments. Tabby seemed to get sadder each passing day, she knew she had to leave and she didn't want to.

Sean and Orlando had left for Los Angeles to visit various hobbits, and once Tabby was gone he would be alone again. He never minded alone before, he loved being alone, lost in his thoughts, his art, his poetry, his photographs, but this time he didn't want to be alone.

He couldn't force her to stay, and she did say she would come back. They had talked about it.ter ter she finished the promotions for the book she would be back in four weeks. Four weeks, longer than they had known each other. How could he fall in love so quickly? He had fallen in love with her the day he met her.

Viggo stared at the canvass in front of him...it was still blank and had been for the last three hours. Tabby was upstairs writing. He hoped she was getting more accomplished than he was.

Tabby sat at her laptop staring the blank screen unable to put words down so she sat there listening to a CD instead. The lovely lyrics making her want to cry; “Who can say if your love grows as your heart chose-only time.”

Tabby wanted so many things, she missed Ireland, and she loved Viggo, but was unsure if a love that happened so fast could last. Sure it did in her books but that was fiction and this was life. Life was never as good as it could be imagined...though the last three weeks had been like a little bit of heaven for her.

She looked down at her hands on the desk, four weeks. Four weeks apart after only three weeks together. Bob would be calling any day now; he only had a few things left to do to the Jeep. God she loved Viggo and he said he felt the same, but so quickly...well how could that last?

She wanted children...she wanted marriage. Viggo jokingly said about marriage when Sean and Orlando were still there, 'been there, done that, don't recommend it.' when he was teasing Sean who was saying it took him three tries to finally learn that lesson.

Maybe this was best...she did promise to come back in four weeks after her commitments were done...but she wasn't so sure anymore. It broke her heart in two to think that, but what kind of future would they have, could they have if they each see their futures so differently? She would push for what she wants and he would pull away...she didn't want to remember Viggo as bitter and unhappy with her. Then the phone rang downstairs. Tabby jumped...she jumped every time the phone rang the last few days.

Viggo came upstairs slowly. "It was Bob." He couldn't say anything else. He just stared at her slumped shoulders and knew exactly what she was feeling...because he was feeling it too. She stood up and started closing down her computer and packing things into a bag. Viggo stood staring. "So, you are leaving today? Now?"

"Aye, I think it's probably best I do it quickly before I have too much time to think about it." She said trying to smile but failing miserably at it. Viggo stepped into the room and wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you, Tabby. I know you have to go, but know that I am going to miss you." He said kissing her forehead softly.

"I do know, and I love you too and am going to miss you so much...but I have to do this. I promised Janie." She said pulling away and finishing what she was doing.

"I will drive you to town when you're done." Viggo said moving aside as she put more items in the bag.