"Vida and Caleb are staying with Abby tonight."

He looks up from his paperwork, intrigued by her comment—the first in an hour of silent working.

"Oh yeah? I didn’t realize they had their bags with them."

She smiles at the restraint he’s showing, the determination he’s fighting to mask his excitement. They’re not alone in the bull pen, after all.

"She packed one for them. I gave her the key when she picked them up from school."

"Sounds like they’ll have a good time, I’m sure."

His voice is strained, thick with the hope of a night to themselves. He isn’t ready to let himself...

Hey guys, last night I was going to bed when I decided to grab my ipod and write a poem... It's about Tiva, but can be used in situations of love too!

Armor Down

After work we were walking
And a guy passed by
Delivering to you a rose
Ironically colored red
I just had to speak up so
the words are finally said
But you answer"haha there's the joke"
I walk home alone with
sadness consuming all my soul
And I wonder if you truly know
That my love for you is endless
And that that was just a way out
Because you're actually afraid to say it
Now I have no doubt
that there are some emotions
You keep trying...