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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hey, well this was a really hard chapter to write and even though most of you probably won't like it, I hope you arrpeciate the effort. Please review!
To my loyal readers - Princess_Malfoy, Nilimade and Fanny (of course) - thank you so much for your support. I know it always takes me so long to update, but I don't want this story to end....
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Chapter Thirteen

All that I have sown (Bebo Norman)

I believe when they put her in the ground
I think they buried part of me
Because I've been searching, I've been looking all around
But I cannot find the heart of me, the heart of me

So I'll put my fingers in this soil upon her grave
And I will plant for her a garden
And every flower, a reminder of her face
Will grow up graceful as a pardon

And all that grows is her story told
As life unfolds here before us
The peace I've found in this broken ground
I can see her in the harvest ...of all that I have sown

Long before I was covered up in gray
Before the old had bent my bones
We grew our children in the red Georgia clay
They were our garden and our home

And all that grows is our story told
As life unfolds here before
The peace we found in that broken ground
I can see them in the harvest...of all that I have sown

And when my life is done
I pray the kingdom come
And take me to Glory
It's living inside me

It was planted like a seed
All to tell a story

I believe when they put me in the ground
There will remain a part of me
Because I've been searching and the joy that I have found
Is living in my family...it's all that I have sown

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He gently kissed her forehead and lay down beside her. Katie sighed deeply when she felt the heat of his body creep over to hers. Quickly she tugged her feet

under his cover between his legs. Orlando gasped in shock at the two ice blocks that had suddenly appeared between his legs. He turned around only to see a

peacefully smiling Katie neatly tugged into her covers. He smiled at that and leaned toward her. “Come on, babe, I know you’re not asleep…” He gently sucked

on her earlobe causing her to moan quietly. Then she opened one eye. “Hug me.” She whispered. Orlando, not needing to be asked twice, stretched out his

arms toward her and pulled her close. He wrapped his covers around her. Her skin felt cold on his bare chest and he had to oppress a sigh when her hand settled

on his stomach. He held her close trying to persuade his body to transfer more warmth onto hers.

Katie sighed happily. She suddenly stopped shivering and melted away in his arms. He smelled of shower gel and tooth paste, but there was also his own smell.

Strong and pleasant reassuring her in whatever it was that she felt for him. She lost herself in his scent, fully concentrating on the regular heaving of his chest

and the beating of his heart now which lulled her to sleep.

Slowly she felt her body relax and drift off into dreamland. She took another deep breath before she felt the peaceful darkness closing in on her.

No, no, no! She didn’t want to open her eyes. She wanted to go back! Back, back, back - Into that dream. Make him come back only with her will power! But she

already felt his scent vanish and his warmth disappear – as the phone was feverishly ringing.

“No….” she whined. As far as the sounds leaving her mouth could already be called whining. Hesitantly, her hand moved toward his side of the bed. It was empty

and cold. Katie swallowed. She didn’t wanna open her eyes only to discover that he wasn’t there. She knew where he was and at that realisation she had so

suppress a tear. He had been gone for the last week - Gone off shooting. She sighed. Finally the phone had stopped ringing. What if it had been him? Her eyes

flew open. She hesitated for a few seconds. She could call him back and ask. But she knew better. If she called him now, she would definitely start crying – and

that she didn’t want!

A quick glance at her watch told her that it was only 7am and as there was nothing important scheduled for today she decided to turn around and go back to

sleep. Whoever had called would surely do it again or leave a message.

Orlando slowly opened one eye. He knew already that he wouldn’t see her there from the coldness of his bed.

She was at home, probably fast asleep in his bed – their bed! He sighed deeply. He checked the watch and then counted. It would be around 7am in London at

the moment. He could call her, but he wasn’t suicidal. She’d kill him if he woke her. Besides she needed her sleep. He had called her every day since he had left

– sometimes even twice. Not only that he missed her as if a part of him was gone, but he was also extremely worried. Man, this dream had been so real. He had

even smelled her. Oh, how he missed that.

He turned around and grabbed for his cushion clutching it to his chest. A bad substitute, but better than nothing, he thought, before he drifted back off to sleep.

*

“Now for the last time: I’m fine!” she roared into the phone. “I’m feelin’ great today, despite the fact that I want my body back for myself! Really, I’m doin’ well.

It’s just a normal appointment. Now let me go or else I’ll be late.”

“Are you sure…” his voice trailed of knowing that she was probably gonna scream into the phone if he asked her one more time. So he went for something else

instead, “No, you won’t be late. You’ve still got like…half an hour before you even have to leave the house.”

She could hear him smiling. “I know, but I still have to get ready – just in case I’ll be photographed again. I looked like shit in the last few pictures.” She

grumbled looking at her latest ‘bloody gossip magazine’. The headline of one article had hurt her badly. “Did he (picture of Mr. Charmin, Orlando Bloom himself)

leave her (horrible picture of Katie looking like a fif

ty-year-old, pregnant Kirstie Alley stuffing herself with junk food) for HER? (beautiful picture of a stunning Kate Bosworth in a horribly expensive Versace dress at

the movie premier of her latest movie) She grumbled again.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, hun, I was distracted, the boy just kicked me. Very violent young fella…”

”Aaaaw…Give him a hug for me, will ye?”

Katie stood silent for a second wondering what this would look like. Then she put the picture of herself hugging her own belly aside and returned to this

handsome young man who was at the other end of this line. She had to get rid of him. Now! Her hair was still wet and Lindsay was already pointing at the clock.

“Okay, baby, I’ll try. But I really have to go now. Lindsay is urging me to get ready. They can be here any minute.”

“Yeah, she can be a bit of a bully sometimes” he answered grinning to himself. “Wait a minute…Who’s they?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you that she has ordered the National Security Service or something to take me to the doctor?”

She smirked at Lindsay who rolled her eyes in playful despair.

Orlando burst out laughing at that – a sound she missed like hell.

“Make sure you come home soon, okay? I miss you!” she whispered into the phone.

“I’ll do my best, babe, I miss you, too.” His voice was hoarse and surprised at the sudden change of emotion. Before it would be too hard for him to hang up, he

just muttered a brief good-bye and hung up – only to call her again a few seconds later, because he forgot to tell her that he loved her.

Katie sighed deeply. She fell down on a kitchen chair. Shit, she had forgotten to tell him about that dream. It was really scary; sometimes, they even had the

same dreams. Usually dreams like this one. She sighed again and wanted to get up when Lindsay already rushed toward her the blow drier in her hand. Katie

accepted it gratefully and started to get ready when the doorbell rang already. Lindsay rushed off already to get it.

A couple of minutes later they were all ready to go. The securities looked worried, but managed to get her into the car alright. ‘After all, I’m not Lady Di’ she

thought.

They left the premises and got on the road, but once they hit the main road another car followed them. Katie wanted to get up and say something, but Lindsay

motioned for her to sit down and told the securities to be careful. Was this woman an angel, or what?

Katie relaxed again as the car peacefully rolled along the street.

Then suddenly she saw him: A young boy maybe about 8 years of age. It felt as if it was in slow motion. He was riding his bike on the sidewalk his mother

running and screaming after him. Katie smirked “I’m gonna kill you, if you ever do that to me!” she warned her belly bump.

Then it was over. She heard a long high shrieking noise and felt her body being jerked forward and then backward again. Everything around her kept turning, and

her body was shaking wildly. She couldn’t hold on to anything except her belly. Protectively she wrapped her arms around it. The seat belt cut into her throat and

left her gasping. A sharp pain went through her abdomen and all she could mouth was a suffered “no” before her head hit something and everything went pitch

black.

*

“And cut! Yeah, I think that one’s done! You guys have a lunch break and then we’ll go on!” the director shouted. He was just as exhausted as the film crew, but

was still trying to be cheerful.

Orlando rushed away from the set to his trailer. He longed for his phone, desperately wanted to call Katie.

The phone rang, once, twice…for the tenth time and then the machine went on. He left a message and hung up. He waited and then called again. Maybe she had

just been in the toilet or had a bath and couldn’t make it to the phone. But once again it was only the machine. He left another slightly confused message and

hung up again.

Her mobile of course! Maybe she went over to Sam’s. He dialled the number and waited, but the phone was turned off. He tried again, same result.

His heart started racing. “Okay, fella, breath and think. Don’t freak on me now!” he told himself. Where could she be? Maybe went to a café with Sam? But the

mobile….Battery low?

Sam! He dialled Sam’s number. But her phone was off as well and another try did not change that. Finally he called Sam at home. Her husband Brian answered

the phone.

“Hey, Brian, this is Orlando speaking. I didn’t mean to bother you, but I was trying to call Katie and she ain’t home and her mobile’s off…so is Sam’s, would you

have any idea…”

He didn’t get any further.

A deep sigh and a few seconds of silence told him what he needed to know. Something had happened.

“What?” His voice was hoarse and quiet struggling to form this one word.

He swallowed hard, closed his eyes, pale as the wall, and listened, then dropped the phone…
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