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56. my turn




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We all gathered at Foggys family butcher shop for drinks and food. I felt awkward as everybody was all nice, loving and friendly. Foggys parents were just so sweet, making me feel welcomed.


"Youre Matthew's girl aren't you?" Foggys mom asks me as she hands me a plate of food. I nodded to her. "Are you two just adorable! I bet your kids will be spitting images of you two." I had to stick it out, still hurts to this day.


"We have been talking about children." I blushed. "One day, i wouldn't mind having a little Matthew running around."


"Have a girl, you know to dress her up in pretty dresses and bows."


"Matthew, this is your girl?" Foggys dad pats him on back, pointing at me as I talked to his wife.

"She sure is." He smiles.


"You picked a pretty one." Matt laughs as he gets hit by the dad again, making me laugh. "Shes a keeper."


"He likes you." He says as we made our way to the table.


"Is that a whiskey neat?" I looked at his glass.


"For medicinal purposes." I hummed as I stole it from him. "You want me to get you your own?"


"Oh, this one tastes fine." I took a sip. Matt chuckles, smiling at me.


"Give Matt his drink back, i got your favorite." Foggy come with Karen and slides me a bottle of vodka. I clapped my hands and poured some for me.


"You love me, Matt, you have competition."


"Foggy knows his limits. He knows you belong to me."

"So, I guess you guys heard, Special Agent in Charge Hattley flipped. She corroborated Ray's dying declaration." Karen told us.


"I did hear."


"So, the FBI is getting an enema, and Fisk is... still breathing." We all sighed.


"Yep. Still breathing." I took my shot and poured another one.


"Headed to prison. Again."


"Not exactly what I had in mind."


"You trust that he'll keep his word?"


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