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November 2nd
“Let’s see the ring!” Sydney bellows as Christen walks in the office. She holds up her hand, “I don’t have one,” she smiles, “Tobin and I exchanged our regular rings and then we both felt weird not wearing them, so we switched back.”
Ali laughs as she sets her briefcase down next to her desk, “Why is that so on brand for you two?”
“Because it is,” Christen chuckles, “but we went shopping yesterday and found our bands and decided to not have engagement rings after all,” she shrugs, “neither of us really felt one way or the other about it.”
“Will you get them in time?” Ali is concerned.
Christen nods, “Yes,” she confirms, “we paid extra to rush them and are guaranteed delivery.”
“Good,” Sydney nods with a smile, “so, everyone knows, right? It’s not going to be a surprise wedding?”
“We haven’t even thought of a date yet,” Christen lies to her, “we let our family know yesterday and it’s going to be very casual,”she states with a shrug, “whenever that happens.”
“Well, anything I can do to help,” Ali offers once again, “you know I’m there,” She’s in on the surprise and plays it off perfectly.
“Same, girlfriend,” Sydney smiles, “I’m so happy for you!” she gives Christen a hug. “So, give us all the details,” she says excitedly, clapping her hands, “I want to hear everything,”
“At lunch, okay?” Christen asks, “I’ve got my nine o’clock and then Megan is filming in the lab, remember?”
“Oh, right!” Sydney nods, “For sure then,”
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“Hey, babe, I just saw your text, what’s up?” Tobin asks, wondering if something is wrong even though Christen said no worries in her message to call her when she had a chance. When she had a moment between patients, she went outside to return the call.
“Megan and Sue are here setting up and I was wondering if we should invite them to the wedding?” Christen asks her in hushed tones.
There’s silence as Tobin thinks, “Well, it would be a nice add on to her story and would like, very publicly let everyone know we’re off limits,” she cracks, referencing the comments
Christen sometimes receives on her social media when she posts photos. She has a growing following from her work adventures.
“Sweetie,” Christen chuckles, “I agree with you about it being a nice end to her story,” she says, pacing in her office, “but I don’t think it will do anything to combats the internet weirdos,”
Tobin laughs, “Yeah, you’re right about that,” she agrees, “but, yeah, for sure, let’s do it. Ask her.”
“Okay, sweetheart, I will,” she smiles, “love you and I’ll see you at home,”
“Love you too, babe, bye,” Tobin signs off and Christen does the same. She walks back into the lab approaches Megan and Sue, the latter is setting up the lighting for some of the artifacts they will be shooting.
“Ladies,” Christen smiles at them, “I was wondering if you’d like to join Tobin and I on the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend?”
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November 13th
“Are you ready for this?” Christen asks in the darkness. Her and Tobin are in bed, snuggled in holding each other. It’s been a whirlwind the past two weeks, doing the final interviews with Megan, each day knocking off something on the list for the wedding and planning their trip down to Palos Verde to visit Christen’s family for Thanksgiving. The wedding planning has been going smoothly, to the point where they are both enjoying what they are doing.
They had decided to rent a tent and flooring and Tobin had eagerly measured out the floor plan to accommodate Ashlyn’s needs with her wheelchair. She already had a ramp she would pull out when Ash came to visit and she’d use that at the front porch. It only took up half the width of the stairway, leaving the other half open for use.
In the backyard, Tobin had mapped out the area under the tent and where they would have the ceremony and included a walkway to the house with a ramp to the back deck. Accessibility was Tobin’s priority and she was sure Ash wouldn’t have any problems getting around. The tent would have flaps on the sides for a couple of reasons, privacy for one, just in case the press gets wind of the event and also the weather because it would get chilly when the wind whipped up off the ocean.
They both have decided their outfit for the day, agreeing to be casual yet dressed nicely. Neither had seen the other’s outfit in person, but they discussed colors and felt they wouldn’t clash. From the tent company, they rented table and chairs and dinner service. Megan had warned them to not mention the wedding when speaking with them and suggested telling them it was just for a Thanksgiving meal. She had told them stories of paparazzi having contacts with all sorts of businesses and paying for information from those vendors. They had taken her advice to heart remembering how many times TMZ would break a story from anonymous sources. Even though the story hadn't broke yet, Megan was cautioning them to act like it had to ensure their privacy. She is a smart woman and Tobin and Christen are grateful for her guidance.
Tonight they had discussed the menu and Tobin was insistent she was cooking for everyone. Part of it was because they’d all travelled to her home and it was Thanksgiving weekend and she wanted to cook and the other part was wanting it to be their official first party as a married couple. Christen liked the idea, thinking it would be nice to serve them for the holiday and for unknowingly coming to their wedding. Christen readily got onboard with it and they easily agreed on a menu that wouldn’t be too involved and yet delicious. They would combine Tobin grilling steaks, seafood and veggies and Christen adding some side dishes in the kitchen. They would be able to make some items beforehand and then heat them up. It would be easy and they’d serve it family style to each table. With everything planned, Christen and Tobin feel pretty relaxed about the event. The unveiling of them being soul bonded, there’s mixed feelings and that’s why Christen wants to check in with Tobin.
“I am,” Tobin sighs, “I’m keeping a positive mindset and reminding myself that all of the hype won’t last too long,” she says, giving her a small smile. “I just hope nobody comes and bothers me at work,” she frowns, “that would suck.”
“Yeah, I hope they don’t,” Christen murmurs, “but I do think how we’re doing this will take a big bite out them needing photos of us. Megan’s story will have everything and we won’t be a mystery at all. People will pretty much know the whole story.”
“You’re right,” Tobin twisting a little and running her hand along Christen’s shoulder and yawning, “I just want it over with,” she says tiredly.
Christen doesn’t know what else to say so she lifts her head and kisses Tobin softly, “Goodnight sweetheart,”
“’Night, babe,”
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November 14th
“Clever of Dr. Sweiss to include the info on the interview in his press release,” Alyssa nods approvingly as she reads the email from the Egyptian Museum in Cairo.
“Can you believe the papers they’ve been able to preserve and interpret from Tobin, er Sitre In?” Ali states with wonder, “Documenting Hatshepsut’s illness and treatment and all of the political happenings during her reign? It’s amazing!”
The second metal box the Stanford crew opened from KV60, Sitre In's tomb, contained over twenty rolls of brittle papyrus, slightly damaged by time. Neither Becky or Ali felt they were capable of archiving them properly without possibly destroying them, so the group decided to send them back to the Egypt where Ari could personally supervise the work on them by professionals who specialized in just working on ancient papyrus.
“She didn’t tell me what was inside,” Christen smiles wistfully, “I’m not even sure if she recalls everything she wrote and put in there,”
“Does she remember being back there?” Alyssa asks curiously. The group have only skirted around the topic, picking up little bits here and there from Christen’s comments while they worked on the artifacts bit none of them have asked her directly.
“We both do now,” Christen admits, “she remembers more than I actually. I remember pulses,” she explains, “just flashes of memories usually triggered by conversations or seeing certain objects.”
Becky furrows her brow, “The comb,” she looks up at her, “you remembered it but didn’t say anything,”
Christen smiles and nods, “I wasn’t positive back then,” she explains, “Tobin and I hadn’t met in this life and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I was really Hatshepsut,”
“The weekend after Tobin went to your presentation,” Ali surmises, “that’s when you knew,”
Christen nods solemnly, “Yeah, it was.”
The phones start ringing in the office area and Christen gives them a rueful look, “I think it’s started,” They can hear Sarah answer the phone, listen for a moment, and then speak.
“Interviews with Dr. Press are scheduled through our media department, you may reach them at…” she states very professionally, reading the script she had brought in to Christen voluntarily for Christen to approve and offering to help out today. As soon as she’s given out the information and hangs up, another line is ringing and she’s picking the phone up again.
“She’s definitely getting extra, extra credit,” Christen chuckles.
“I think she’s got it,” Becky states as she observes the young the woman, “she has the passion,”
“Sure does,” Sydney agreed, “she already asked me if I needed a TA next semester,” she grins, “and she’s mine,” she points a finger at the small group, “hands off,” They all share a laugh before getting back to work. A few people come through the gallery, obviously taking photos of Christen and trying to get her attention only to have Sydney and Alyssa run interference. They ended up placing screens around Christen’s work station so she could concentrate without the annoying reporters rudely tapping on the glass. That worked and soon the gallery thinned out and the new faces that came through left with disappointment when they couldn’t see the newly popular archeologist.
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“Are you okay?” Christen asks worriedly, her arms extended, gripping Tobin’s biceps as she looks her over.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tobin nods, slipping off her beanie and tossing it on the table, “two of them were kinda jerks but it wasn’t a big deal,” she puckers her lips and leans in for Christen to kiss her, “nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Okay,” Christen looks relieved, “if it gets too much…” Tobin smiles, “I know, babe. It’s cool,”
“Okay,” Christen nods, “now,” she straightens her back, “where is your foam roller? I want to rollout my hip,”
Tobin, now kneeling on the floor, looks up from petting the dogs, “Back of the hall closet,” she answers and as Christen walks away, she smiles as she listens to Tobin telling the girls how good they are and asking them how their day was.
“Honey?” Christen calls, her voice muffled because her head is in the closet, she pops out, holding a long cardboard tube, “What is this?”
Tobin looks up and her mouth opens in a circle, “Oh, ah,” she says, “um, those are architectural drawings,” she answers, slowly getting to her feet. “Before I was aware of you,” she says slowly, “I was thinking of adding an addition. I shelved it thinking you would want to be involved it.” She follows Christen to the kitchen table. “With how crazy everything has been, I just kind of forgot about it,”
Christen looks at her excitedly, “Can we look?” her fingers on the plastic stopper.
“Of course,” Tobin smiles, sauntering over the counter and pulling out four coffee mugs from the cabinet. “To hold it down,” she explains as Christen unrolls the plans.
They spend about an hour talking about the plans, taking a break to feed the dogs and begin dinner. Tobin’s plan called for an addition jutting out to the north side of the existing home, adding a new living room to allow the kitchen to grow a bit into the old one and serve to make room for a proper dining area. The addition would then extend back, towards the ocean with a modest office and a new master bedroom facing the ocean with an en suite bedroom and walk in closet. Tobin explained how when she was designing it, she was thinking how the addition would create a cool courtyard in the backyard, extending the deck along the new side and having the sand dune barrier on the other side. The addition would block the north winds and help preserve the dune, plus it would help keep the yard sheltered from the blowing sand. Since the dune was protected by the state, she had engineers from the forestry service come out to discuss it and the state had already approved the drawings.
“Tobin, this looks amazing!” Christen gushes, already thinking of paint colors and color swatches.
“Yeah?” Tobin looks unsure, “I mean, if there’s anything you’d want to change,” she gestures at the drawings.
“It’s perfect, honey,” Christen assures her, “I love it.” She grins wildly at her, “But, can we afford this?”
Tobin gives her a knowing smirk, “Totally,” she says confidently. Moving to stand behind her and wrap arms around her, resting her chin on her shoulder, “Remember when I said my aunt willed this to me?” she asks, waiting for Christen to nod, “It was paid for. There’s no mortgage and then I rented it for like, six years and that was the nest egg I told you about. I already have the quote for it, I could pay cash for it.”
“Oh my,” Christen murmurs, turning her head, “Really?” her eyes are dancing, sparkling in those captivating green and grey hues.
“Yeah, babe,” Tobin replies happily, feeling like her dreams are coming true. “I’d still have, like three hundred hundred thousand left over,” she shares with her, “we could invest most of it, maybe travel a little and if we needed new wheels or something, it wouldn’t be a problem.”
Christen nods, biting her lower lip, “We’ll get royalties from Megan’s interview,” she reminds her, “we could sock that away, along with my savings,” she suggests, “maybe start a college fund for a little one.”
Tobin smiles issuing a happy sigh, “That sounds awesome,” she agrees, “what do you say maybe we find lawyer in like, mid-December. Do all the paperwork, wills, powers of attorney, establish this as a trust or whatever they think best. Figure out our finances, stuff like that. I’ve got a good financial advisor, we could go to her or if you’ve got someone or we could go to both and we could get that stuff set up. Just get it done before the New Years.”
“So, you only pay for utilities?” Christen chuckles, looking at her, a little incredulous. They hadn’t really spoken of finances before, it just never came up for an in depth discussion. Sure, they talked about being okay financially, both of them sensible, being able to afford a nice vacation each year, but they never talked numbers.
“Yeah, that and taxes,” Tobin replies, “the property taxes on the house would go up almost double, but it would totally be worth it.”
“So, December, we’ll get all of that stuff in order, I move in and we decide what to do about my house,” Christen confirms, “it’s going to be a busy month,”
“Don’t forget Christmas,” Tobin grins, “and your birthday.” She squeezes her gently, “We’ll just take our time, do it at a pace we like.”
Christen returns her smile, “The nice thing will be I’ll be off from school,” she says, “although I’ll go in to work on the artifacts, but usually just for a few hours.” She turns to look at Tobin, “This is pretty exciting,”
Tobin gives her a beaming smile, “It is,” she agrees, stepping back to move to her side and put her arm around her waist, “it feels good,” she says contentedly, “Natural.”
Christen hums in agreement, “It does,” she acknowledges, “I don’t feel any pressure or anxiety, just happiness to be doing this with you,” she turns into Tobin’s arms and kisses her tenderly, “take me to bed,” she suggests, “I need to touch you,”
“But the interview is on in,” she looks over Christen’s shoulder to the clock on the microwave, “in ten minutes,”
“We’ll watch it online later,” Christen states lustily, her hand snaking up under Tobin’s shirt and gripping her breast, “I need to fuck you right now,”
Tobin’s expression is one of desire, “Of course, my love,” she husks, kisses her with urgency as she slowly guides her in her arms down the hallway to her bedroom. Their bedroom.
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November 18th
It’s quiet when Christen and the dogs enter the house. Morena and Khaleesi must sense something in the air because they don’t run around looking for Tobin, rather they wait patiently by their now permanent dishes for their dinner. Christen serves them before going to look for her soulmate. She finds her in the bedroom, the room incredibly dark for the time of day, the drapes tightly drawn shut and Tobin curled in the fetal position, buried under blankets, her arms clutching her pillow.
“Sweetheart,” Christen calls out softly, moving slowly in the darkness to the bed, carefully lifting the covers and sliding on the mattress and moving to her side.
Tobin groans, rolling onto her stomach and groggily lifting her head up, “Hey baby,” she says, her voice gravelly and low.
“How are you? Are you sick?” Christen asks, scooting closer and placing her hand on Tobin’s back, rubbing light patterns on her shirt.
Tobin lets her head fall, “Keep doing that,” she says pitifully, “feels nice,” she sighs, “I have a migraine,”
“Did you take your medicine?”
“Mmmhum,”
“I’ll stay here until you sleep, okay?” Christen insists, unsure if there is anything else she can do to her.
“Mmmhum,” Tobin sighs, closing her eyes and grimacing slightly. Christen gets more comfortable, continuing her movements on Tobin’s back, hoping it would soothe her and she would sleep. The open bedroom door from the hallway allows just enough light to spill in that Christen can barely make out Tobin’s features now. Tobin eyes are clamped shut, her forehead furrowed with pain with a fine bead of sweat near her hairline. Her mouth is partially open, mashed against the pillow, her exhales sounding slightly labored. Christen slips her hand under Tobin’s shirt, letting the pads of her fingers glide across her smooth skin. Tobin lets out a high-pitched moan and she seems to relax in just the slightest.
The dogs come in and before Christen can stop them, they climb up on the bed, jostling them and stepping on Tobin in their excitement to greet her. Tobin groans, curling back up and enduring a face bath from Khaleesi before she’s able to get a hand up to defend herself.
“Stop,” she whines, turning her face away.
“Girls, get down,” Christen commands loudly, seeing how Tobin winces at the sound. The dogs won’t leave Tobin alone, they’re so happy they found her. Christen pulls herself up to guide them out of the room, hastily pulling back the covers as she moves.
She gets the dogs out and shuts the door, turning to see Tobin sitting up, frowning as she scrambles out of the bed and heads to the bathroom. She hears the retching before she’s even three steps in the room, frowning as she realizes the dogs probably caused Tobin to vomit. She imagines she was feeling nauseous from her migraine and the dogs bouncing around probably sent her over the edge. She hears the toilet flush and steps into the bathroom. From the soft glow of the night light, Tobin is at the sink, a shaky hand pouring a small amount of mouthwash into a cup.
“I’m sorry,” Christen apologizes heartfully, “I didn’t think they would jump up like that,”
“It’s okay,” Tobin gives her a sickly smile, “I actually feel a little better after doing that,” she gestures to the toilet.
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Christen asks, “We’ve never talked about your migraines,”
Tobin holds up a finger to gargle the mouthwash and spit it out, quickly filling the cup to rinse her mouth. She wipes her face and leans against the counter, “I get sensitive to sound to light,” Tobin explains, “it should go away in a couple of hours,”
Christen nods, “Maybe I could rub your back to help you sleep?” she asks, wanting to be useful.
Tobin nods, taking her hand, “That would be great, babe,” she says quickly, leading her back to the bed, “it would really help,”
“Will you eat anything later?” Christen questions, wanting to be able to have something for her available when she wakes. They get comfortable under the covers, Christen’s hand under Tobin’s shirt, making slow circles on her back.
“I usually make a bowl of soup,” Tobin replies, her voice muffled by the pillow.
“Broth or cream?” Christen persists, she really wants to be able to do something for her.
“Broth,” Tobin answers, letting out a heavy sigh.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Christen says quietly, “just relax and drift off,”
Hours later, Christen is coming in the back door when Tobin saunters sleepily down the hall from the bedroom. “Easy girls,” she commands, not wanting the pups to happily attack Tobin with their greeting. They must sense Tobin isn’t feeling well from her posture or the vibe she’s sending out and they approach her slowly, butts wiggling and issuing soft woofs and whines. Tobin smiles and gives them both scritches behind their ears before walking over to Christen and hugging her.
“Should I turn off this light?” Christen questions, wondering if the kitchen light is bothering her.
“Nah, it’s okay,” Tobin replies sleepily, yawning against her shoulder, “it’s just a headache now,” she says, giving out a contented sigh.
“I made you soup,” Christen informs her while rubbing Tobin’s back.
“Oh, thank you, baby, that sounds good,” Tobin replies gratefully, “I’m kind of hungry,”
“Do you have an idea of why this migraine came on?” Christen questions as Tobin eats. She had prepared her own dinner earlier and spent the evening watching TV with the sound on low. She had checked to make sure Tobin couldn’t hear it by sneaking into the bedroom and listening for it.
“I think this week wore me out,” Tobin admits, “you know, trying to remember everything Megan said about answering questions and keeping things as boring as possible. Then with the everything happening with Megan’s show and the reporters and stuff afterwards,” she shrugs, “I haven’t been doing a good job of shaking it all off,” she gives her a crooked grin.
Christen nods with understanding. “Well, the big stuff is past us now,” she states, “and hopefully things will settle down.”
“Yeah,” Tobin nods with agreement, “I hope you’re right,” she says and extends her arm across the table and makes grabby fingers at her and Christen slides her hand in hers. “Thanks for tonight,” she says genuinely, “I think you just being here helped so much,” she shares with her, “it was the first time in a long time I wasn’t alone and I really relaxed and just let it run it’s course. I think many times I try to fight it and then it gets super bad and this time I just let it go, you know?”
Christen gives her a shy smile, feeling her heart swell that Tobin thinks her being here helped her so much, “Well,” she says slowly, “we’re going to commit in sickness and in health,” she says, seeing Tobin give her a smile.
“And I can’t wait for that,” Tobin nods, her eyes growing larger with excitement. “Is there anything else we need to do?” she asks as she releases hand and stands from the table and takes her empty bowl and spoon to the sink.
“I don’t think so,” Christen replies, tapping her chin with her index finger as she thinks.
Tobin brings her spiral notebook back with her to the table, sitting down next to her and flipping it open as she twirls her pen. “Let’s see…” she hums, turning pages over to her list of wedding tasks. Christen leans in close, their shoulders touching. “I think we have it covered,” she nudges Tobin’s shoulder, "Friday is going to be very busy though,”
Tobin holds up an index finger, “I had an idea about that,” she says, looking at her, “Do you think you cold get someone to watch the puppies Wednesday until Friday?”
“Not take them with us to my parents?” Christen scrunches her forehead.
Tobin nods, “What if we just flew down?” she asks, “I know tickets would be higher now, but we could check flights and then we’d be back for a few hours longer before my family comes in,” she explains.
Christen sucks in air through her teeth, “I don’t know,” she says, quirking her mouth, “it’s kind of a lot to ask for someone to have them for a holiday and with late notice,”
“Ah,” Tobin throws her hand up, “I didn’t even think of that,” she admits, “yeah, that wouldn’t be cool to do.”
“Well,” Christen considers, “we know we have everything done for the wedding, that’s finished,” she states, “let’s look at Thanksgiving and see what we need to do there,” she suggests and Tobin flips back a two pages, “besides,” she gives her a smile, “what’s a holiday if we aren’t completely ready?”
Tobin chuckles, “Yeah,” she lets out a breath, “I know I want it perfect,” she confesses, “but I know me, so it’s not gonna happen,” she chuckles again.
“Your brother and sisters will help set up everything,” Christen reminds her, “and so will my family,”
Tobin nods as she thinks, “If they can help out with setting up tables and chairs,” she puts a dot next to the entry on the page, “and maybe the veggies?”
Christen looks over the list, “The tent and flooring will be set up on Tuesday and you’ve already got the ramps up, sweetie,” she assures her, “I think we’ll be fine,”
“Okay,” Tobin smiles and shuts the notebook and leans over and gives her a kiss, “you’re right,” she says, “I’m just overthinking it,”
“Can you sleep?” Christen asks, her hand brushing some hair back from Tobin’s face as she searches her eyes.
“Yeah, I think so,” Tobin nods, “wanna sit outside for a bit with the pups and then go to bed?”
“Okay,” Christen smiles and kisses her.
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November 25th
“Stacy, everything was so delicious,” Tobin says as she rolls up the sleeves of her button down shirt to prepare to wash dishes. “What made the potatoes so good? I mean, there was something sweet about them?”
Stacy puts her arm around Tobin’s shoulders, “The girls don’t even know this,” she whispers conspiratorially, looking to her left and right before continuing, “but it’s Yukon gold potatoes, butter and a little honey,”
“Woah,” Tobin looks at her, tilting her head, “huh. I’ve done that with carrots but never thought to try it with mashed potatoes.”
Stacy straightens up, “Ooh, on carrots?” she smiles, “now I haven’t used the honey them, just butter,” she chuckles.
“Well,” Tobin shakes her head a little, grinning at her, “you’ll get a chance on Saturday.”
Stacy smiles brightly as Christen and her sister Channing enter the kitchen with empty plates and silverware.
“Sweetie,” Christen sets a stack of plates on the counter, “I can wash those, you go relax,”
“Nah,” Tobin smiles at her, “you go visit, I got this,”
“Yeah,” Channing joins in, bumping Tobin’s side, “me and Tobin got this,” she says.
Christen eyes her sister before looking at Tobin who winks at her, “Alright, then,” then points to Channing, “be nice,” she warns and Channing laughs.
As Christen follows her Mother out of the kitchen, she hears Tobin speak.
“Okay, Chan, so, Christen said I shouldn’t touch the dishwasher,” and Channing laughs and tells her she’ll put in the detergent. Then she asks Tobin when her and Christen are going to get married.
Tobin had told Christen to call the shots about if they wanted to tell their families about getting married and they did discuss it fully on three separate occasions before deciding to surprise them on Thanksgiving. The did announce the engagement and felt that would take some of the pressure off them right now, they could blame the media thing for not giving them time to talk about possible dates. On the drive up Christen confessed she felt her family wouldn’t believe her if she said she hadn’t thought it so they agreed they’d reply that they thought sometime next summer if anyone asked. Channing had already asked Christen if she had a date in mind and she chuckles hearing her try to pry it out of Tobin as well.
Overall it’s been a very nice day and half at the Press family home since they arrived Wednesday afternoon. They would depart a little after breakfast to get back home to Tobin’s house and prepare for Saturday. It tickled Christen how Tobin wanted everything to be perfect while she was the one calming her down. It was sweet. They’d be fine, they have it all under control. Tobin thought that tomorrow, if her siblings flights weren’t delayed, they would probably come over for a while that evening.
“Today was so nice, babe,” Tobin sighs as she twists onto her side. The two are in bed after the long day of cooking, eating and hanging out. It was relaxed and fun and got competitive when they broke out some board games after dinner. Christen showed her ruthless competitive side and Tobin could only laugh at her antics and then begin to do her best to beat her.
They had a serious discussion with Christen’s family about being soulmates and the media surrounding the discovery of her being Hatshepsut. Christen’s family had all agreed it was clever of the two to take charge and do the interview with Megan and be forward with their own story. Tobin talked about how relieved she was that there weren’t any reporters hanging her by her work anymore and that they seem to be more interested in the movie stars again. What helped to take the spotlight off them was the death of Eddie Van Halen that made headlines for days. As unfortunate it was for the rock star to pass away from cancer, it really benefitted Tobin and Christen and redirected the media away from them.
Christen explained to them about the documentary they had been filming while in Egypt and how Ari has asked her and Tobin to film a follow up to discuss the finds and how they felt about learning their past identities and handling their items from that era. Christen would have one of the students do the filming for them and they would be in the lab, looking over artifacts and discussing them. Ari would send over a list of questions and they would answer them. It would probably take two evenings to film and they would do it at the end of next week.
Christen yawns, “I can’t wait for Saturday,” she says sleepily, moving to hold Tobin.
“Me either,” Tobin nods, “love you,”
“Love you, too, sweetheart,”
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