I hate you more (Five Hargreeves x reader)

48 (s2)

"Okay." 

"Luther come on."  I called. 

We got to an old bar by elliot's vehicle and I was imediately flushed with memories. Sure, we had only gone there on our last mission by the handler, but still, it was a memorable place. 

For some reason, the smell of unwashed men and alcohol got to me. 

"Hey Five." I whispered to my husband. 

"Yea?" 

"I'm gonna be sick." 

He looked at me in fear of causing a commotion so he jumped us to the family restroom. Luther would just have to stick it out for a few minutes. 

I threw myself on the ground as Five held my hair and rubbed my back. 

"You okay?" He asked with all the worry in the world. 

I nodded. 

"Y/n, I need you to answer me honestly, do you think you can do this. Do you need to wait in the car?" 

"I'll be fine. Just let me know when those bikers leave. Their scent mixed with alcohol was not pleasant." 

Five nodded, grabbed some spare string from his jacket and tied my hair back. 

"I'll come get you in a few minutes. Just keep the door locked, okay?" 

I shot him a thumbs up and he teleported back to Luther. 

"My child you are going to be loved, but you're really testing me right now." I smiled and sighed. "You're definitely Five's kid." 

After cleaning myself up a bit, Five came back in with some water and to tell me that Luther, the old us, and himself had all caught up. 

"Have you told them our 'news'yet?" I asked, inferring to our baby. 

"No, at this point in time we hadn't concieved yet."

I nodded and left the room with him. 

My old self gasped and put her hands over her mouth. I noticed the old Five chuckling at us. 

"Hey stranger." I said to my past self. 

"Well look at me. God I miss being young. And what did you eat?" 

"How do you mean?" I asked her. 

"I never get sick in places like this one." 

"You never were in places like this when your body was this age." 

She nodded and continued sipping her drink. 

The old Five leaned in towards us. "Care for a drink old chap?" 

"Sure." Luther answered. 

The old Five called a waiter and said to give us "the special". The waiter came back with cups of crystal filled to the brim with clear liquid. 

I stupidly put the liquid in my mouth and let it sit, feeling the bubbles move around. 

"Um, what is this?" Five asked.

"A crytal margarita, our favorite." the old Five winked at him. 

Five looked at me with wide eyes and I spit out the drink. He gave me some water in which I rinsed and spitted to clear my mouth of the alcohol. 

All eyes were on me and Five and all we could do was smile awkwardly and wave. 

"Let's get out of here." The old Five proposed.