Chapter Three

                                    

                                          
Warnings: Angst
                          
Word Count: 1874
                          
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)
                          
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"Ok, I'm off to my meetings. I shouldn't be home any later than four, and feel free to text me if you need anything. I love you."
                          
	Tyler bent over the back of the couch to give you a quick kiss before rushing off towards the door. You barely managed to get in an "I love you too" before it closed with a thud.
                          
	Your eyes lingered on the door for a moment, secretly hoping that Tyler would come straight back inside and announce that all of his meetings had been cancelled so he could spend the entire day with you. Two whole days with him hadn't been even close to enough time together after the month you had spent apart, even though you had known that this moment was coming. The Emotional Roadshow was only three short weeks away and there always seemed to be more details that needed to be ironed out as it drew closer. It was a routine that you had become familiar with over the years.
                          
	Deciding that you might as well use your time alone to be productive, you headed upstairs to start folding some laundry. All of Tyler's tour stuff had finally come through the wash and you were tired of looking at it piled in the corner of the room. At the very least, it would give you something to do for awhile and make Tyler happy whenever he ended up getting home. There was a reason he had been putting it off in the first place.
                          
	You switched on some music before piling all the clothes on the bed and starting to sort them into different piles. It was times like these that you really missed having Georgie around. Despite his rambunctious nature when he was younger, he always provided good company when you were feeling particularly lonely. Unfortunately, Tyler had been adamant that he didn't want any animals in the house, so when the two of you finally moved in together, Georgie went to live with Carter and Marenna. It wasn't the worst place in the world for him to be since they lived close, but you still often found yourself missing his company, especially since he had calmed down as he got older.
                          
	The folding went by quickly as soon as you got into the swing of things. Before you knew it, everything was separated by location and ready to be put into its proper spot. You decided to start with Tyler's shirts, since that was easily the biggest pile. With a couple tucked under your arm, you headed into his closet and opened the drawer where he kept his shirts.
                          
	You sighed as you got a look at the condition of his t-shirts. There weren't many that he had left behind, but the ones that he had were thrown all over the place, obviously never having been cleaned up after his last-minute packing frenzy. Deciding that it would be easier to start from scratch, you emptied out the drawer and shook out all the shirts so that they could be properly folded.
                          
	You had just barely started to fold the first shirt when something on the ground caught your eye. Tyler's messy handwriting was all over the back of what appeared to be a card, although you couldn't quite tell when it was half-buried in the shirts. Forgetting your task for the time being, you picked it up to get a closer look.
                          
	"You're kidding," you mumbled, your face slowly growing into a smile.
                          
	In your hand was a postcard from Columbus, Ohio, marked with the date that he had returned from his very first tour. It was the same postcard that he had claimed not to have because he thought you "wouldn't want a postcard from the place you lived". Curiosity quickly got the best of you and you flipped the card back over so that you could read whatever message he had left.
                          
	After all, his original intention had been to give it to you, right?
                          
We're finally back in Ohio. It feels like I've been away for a lifetime. I can't wait to see you again and hear your voice. Man, I've missed your voice. And you.