"You seem a lot less stressed out," Brad observed as I arranged and rearranged varying objects that were strewn upon the dining room table. "I assume things are getting better with your friend."
"I am and she is," I answered when I was finally satisfied with how and where the different things were on the wooden surface. "Thank goodness."
"So I suppose this means no more worst case scenario visions then," He predicted.
"You've got that right," I confirmed, glad that this is now the case. Very little worrying over Alynne and her condition has happened and what worrying I have done has been over well... Other things.
"So, do you have some idea as to when she'll be discharged?" Brad asked.
"She should be in a few weeks time," I informed. "But before any inpatient diagnosed with anorexia nervosa leaves I like to perform a little bit of a somewhat test where they have dinner with some friends and based on how they act you can tell whether they've actually gotten over it or if they've been bullshitting you the whole time."
"That's actually not a bad idea," He complimented.
"Thanks," I thanked as I began to pace around the dining room again. I went to take another step but was soon pulled back. This being one of his signature actions, it was Brad that had pulled me back into an almost hug.
"What the fuck?" I playfully questioned, hoping he had known this because I was giggling quite a bit. Brad is quite good with using context clues to figure out what someone really means, because he's a cop and most criminals have speech riddled with sarcasm so to know that they're really saying and be fluent in sarcasm yourself.
"Is there a new law saying that I can't hug my wife?" He asked jokingly. There was a giant smile on his face so that was easy for me to pick up that he didn't really mean it. If there really was a new law that had recently gone into action, Brad would be fucking ballistic about it, and I honestly don't think he's the only one who would be.
"No," I informed. "But I know your different forms of hugging and this type of hug will eventually but quickly lead into something entirely different if no action against it is taken."
"How do you know?" He questioned as he pulled out his seductive sly brow.
"Because I've learned from my mistakes," I joked, not really meaning it, of course.
"So you're saying that's a mistake?"
"Of course not!" I exclaimed as he dipped me down, my head centimeters away from the floor. "If that was then why the fuck would I be married to you?"
"Good question," He commented. "I guess you wouldn't be then." After letting me hang down for about another minute or so, he finally swooped me back up then carried me bridal style over to the couch, plopping me down there.
"Brad?" I called out, wanting to get his attention.
"Yes?" He replied, his face so close to mine I could see almost every piece of stubble upon his chin.
"I can't imagine being with somebody other than you," I confessed, starting to feel like my cheeks would blush red any moment now.
"Good," He commented. "Because I'm never letting you go."
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Kind of a fluff chapter but I felt that I needed something cute and sweet after what happened in the last chapter and what I know will happen in the next.
I had no idea for a flashback that would even be somewhat supplementary so I decided to bring Maddy back in, tell from her perspective, and shed a little more light on the relationship between herself and her husband Brad.
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The Broken Mirror
Random"Every broken mirror has a twisted reflection" Alynne Ramirez has a life that she never dreamed that she'd ever have. She's a successful model at a small agency and has been offered a transfer to one of the most popular firms in exchange for one sma...
