Hello, I love you - by Gaby

Late in the afternoon the same day the angels had finally made J. T. Jackson meet his daughter Danielle, Tess had told Monica, Andrew and Gloria that they had to go talk to Alex Jackson, a boy that used to play air guitar in a very loud volume. They were now on their way out of Alex’s house, looking forward to get a night of rest.

Monica and Gloria were walking in front of Tess and Andrew, and as soon as they crossed the street, the Irish angel shook her head and placed her hands on her ears. “Oh, God! I’m glad he listened to us! One more minute and I would’ve gone deaf!”

The three other angels just chuckled at her comment. “And young people believe that’s actually music?” Tess agreed with her charge. “I wouldn’t like to imagine that being played in Heaven!” Little by little, the four of them disappeared in the thin air.

Once they had reappeared in Heaven, Andrew released his grip on Tess’ shoulders and walked towards Monica. “Well, Tess, do you think I can steal your charge for the rest of the time we don’t get assigned?” the blond angel asked circling the little angel’s waist.

Tess rolled her eyes in a mockingly complaining expression. “Is there a way for me to stop you, angel boy?”

Both Monica and Andrew chuckled at her comment. “I’m afraid no, Tess,” Andrew replied. “We’ll see you later.”

Tess and Gloria saw them walking away, happily holding each other’s waist, and the younger angel sighed. “Aren’t they the cutest couple ever?”

“And you say so!” the supervisor replied. “They are the first angelic couple ever! Come on, baby, I think you have a better future in the choir than Monica. Let’s get you there...”

“It was wonderful to have you there, working with me, Andrew...” Monica said when they stopped by a garden where there was a waterfall fountain, one of Monica’s favorite spots. “You always make my assignments a lot easier...”

Moved by his words, the angel of death cupped her pretty face and leaned down to kiss her. “You always make my life a lot better, angel.” He then reached to cut a flower from a nearby tree and placed it on her hair, happily admiring her.

The Irish angel chuckled and both took a seat on a bench. They cuddled together for a little while, just admiring the water running over the small waterfall. “You know, baby?” Andrew suddenly broke the silence. “There’s something I learned about this assignment today.”

Monica moved to look at his face and studied the playful smile on his lips. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

“J. T.’s idea about the 100 things list...” He then placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it tenderly. “I’m thinking about making my own list. The 100 things about you that take my breath away...” his voice was now low as a whisper and Monica found impossible to take her eyes away from his.

“And what would those 100 things be?” she replied in an equally low voice, slowly moving to be closer to his lips.

“Number one...” he started, “just looking at you... Number two... when you kiss me...” And they forgot about the other 98 the very second their lips met in a slow and tender kiss.

THE END