𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟾 ; 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟾 ; 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜

Dear, Lawrence                              October 17, 1887 (Lawrence's Favorite Letter from last chapter)
     I've had to write so many letters today that my hand is cramping up while I'm writing this, but I promise its worth it to get a response back from you.
I'm at the halfway point at the time I'm writing this. In this time, I'd love to tell you the stories of how dreadfully home sick I am, but I don't seem to have enough time
I hate to admit it but I miss you quite a lot, more than Pres. Of course not more than Avery though. Avery still owes me a dollar over a bet, and that's the only thing keeping me going. I miss reading to you, I miss making tea and waffles in the mornings, I miss calling the servants to milk the cows for you so I could watch you get all dolled up, in hopes that I could use those tricks on a girl to woo her. 
So far being able to pin back hair hasn't gotten many ladies to appreciate my company in the way I deserve.
I wish I could just sit down under a blanket and have a pastry in hand, munching on it and not worrying about my work. If i'm honest, I wouldn't mind if you were with me.
Yet, I must go, my train is here.
Remember Lawrence, I'm always by your side. I'll see you again soon darling, but for now.

Sincerely, Tate.

𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸

I walk out of the bathroom in my new dress, a smile on my face as I look at Pres. I go to open my mouth, waiting to speak, but she gets ahead of me, beginning her rambling.
"okay, okay, Lawrence, honey, I need your help.. my hair keeps swooping this way," She points her fingers each way in sharp motions, "when I'm trying to swoop it this way, and I was like 'oh okay let's put it in a bun' but my hair won't slick into a bun. So can you please help?"
"Um... I'm really bad at doing buns on other people but.."
I look around, knowing Tate is on the other side of the door, sitting in the guest bedroom and getting ready for the day, writing letters or humming.
I knew what I should do, even if I didn't want to. I want to make him happy.
"Tate!" I call and after just a moment he slowly opens the door.
"What's wrong, darling?" He asks, his face flustered as he looks around the room, trying to search for anything that could've hurt me. But, it was just a bun.
"Can you please help Pres with her bun? She can't get it and I suck at doing it with other people." I say, a small, knowing smile resting on my lips. He knew.
His lips form an 'o' shape as he realizes what I'm doing and nods, walking over to Pres and slowly grabbing all of her hair smoothly. His hands grazed her neck, where I know she felt his calloused fingers and his body's warmth and took it for granted.
He twists it in his hands, flipping it over and putting a rubber band around it before tucking in the other pieces and smoothing it out. It looked amazing and he smiles at me before kissing the top of Presley's head.
  "There.." he mumbles softly, kindly, but he doesn't turn red anymore. He turns away quickly.
When he sees me again his smile grows wider, gesturing me over.
"Now, Lavender?" He asks, grabbing a rubber band and smirking.
"Me?" I ask with concern.
He nods, laughing, mostly at my stupidity, "Yes you, darling."
I laugh and turn my head away from him as he comes up behind me. His fingers run through my hair sweetly and gently, and once my hair is off my neck he leans in and kisses it gently, just a small peck, but my stomach churns and my heart beats faster and faster.
He leans back, twisting my hair in a bun before leaning in once again to speak. "Thank you, Lawrence." He mumbles.
  I nod, "You're welcome...", I say, my voice slightly shaky as I see him smirk behind me in the mirror.
He then slowly walks out, closing the door behind him and allowing me to watch the way his back muscles move with each step. He left me wanting, waiting for his touch again

"Presley...?" I query, and she looks up and nods, smoothing her dress out.

"I think I like Tate..."