Baby

twenty-four

The coppers were banging on the door. At four in the morning, no less.

Containing my annoyance, I tapped my husband on his shoulder rather forcefully and told him to sort his shit out.

Pulling on jeans that lay strewn on the floor, he stumbled his way to the door. I listened to the exchange from the bedroom.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You need to leave town, now. There's talk of making your arrest."

There was a very tense beat of silence. The poor coppers on my mans payroll probably expected a beating.

In a very calm voice, he gave a final order before shutting the door in their faces.

"Find Abel, tell him everything. Don't ever fucking set foot in this building again."

Padding into the bedroom, my man observed me with sharp eyes. His back was stiff, all the muscles flexed. I finished putting on my shirt before I deigned to say anything.

"I guess we can take that honeymoon we've been meaning to go on."

"Seems so."

"A month or more?"

"Bring everything necessary, we don't have time to be fancy. I'll buy you new clothes there."

"Where is there honey?"

"Wherever the first train takes us."

Sighing, I fixed my bra strap before pulling out two small bags. I tossed my man one, and started dropping things into my own.

Having done this a few times before, I knew that I would only need to take things for the next two days. The rest would be bought if necessary. My man did the same, piling in only what was absolutely necessary.

"Do you have to bring that?"

"Baby its my licensed one, c'mon."

He tilted his head, the slick gun in his hand looking so natural.

"I'm going to get very pissed off if you use it."

He didn't reply, just chuckled as he packed up Jupiter's stuff.

Soon we were set and on a train headed to the far north. I fucking hated the cold.