Got Your Six

Chapter 7

Brooke

"Today's the day," Cameron says excitedly.
It's been exactly one week since he came home and told me about this whole mission he gets to help with. I'll admit, I wasn't really on board with it in the beginning. To be honest, I still don't like the idea of my husband getting involved with this kind of thing. I've been fully supportive of him though. I can see how excited he gets when he talks about it. He's just really happy to have the chance to 'get back into the action' as he says. Ultimately, I did agree to it, so I know it would upset him if I suddenly asked him to back out at the last minute. No, instead I'll put on a smile and support him unconditionally, even if it does scare the shit out of me.
"I know, you haven't stopped talking about it all week," I say sarcastically while I clean up our plates from lunch.
Pizza rolls, the quickest and easiest thing to make for lunch. Richie sure seems to enjoy them too, so that's a plus.
"I'm sorry, you know how excited this makes me though. I'm getting to help on an official police drug bust!" Cameron can barely contain his excitement as he hops up from the couch.
Richie, who laughs at nearly anything, begins giggling in his highchair when Cameron jumps up from the couch. I watch with a smile as Cameron begins to tickle Richie, who's now laughing hysterically. I don't know how I got so lucky. A loving husband and an adorable son. I wouldn't trade this life for anything.
"All right, break it up you two," I say after letting them have their fun. "You'll get him all wound up before his nap."
"A little late for that," Cameron says with a laugh. "Let's go buddy."
Cameron picks Richie up from his highchair and begins carrying  him to his room.
"Goodnight sweetie, have a good nap," I say as Richie looks at me over Cameron's shoulder.
"Nigh night," Richie says in his sweet toddler voice and then blows me a kiss.
I drag the highchair into the kitchen and wipe it down before pushing it next to the dining table again. We almost always eat our meals in the living room these days. I think the only time we actually use our dinning table is when we have company over. I used to use it as a makeshift desk before I was able to get myself an actual one.
After everything is cleaned up, I end up sitting at my desk, staring at an empty computer screen while Cameron puts Richie to sleep. I haven't gotten much work done at all this week. Not when all I can think about is Cameron and this crazy mission he's apart of.
Eventually, Cameron gets Richie down for a nap and catches me sitting silently at my desk.
"Everything okay?" He asks me, putting his arms around me and hugging me from behind.
"Yeah, this whole thing just makes me nervous though," I finally admit. I haven't mentioned how scared it makes me since our first conversation about it. I think he should know exactly how I feel about it though, before he goes off to the police station and it's too late for me to say anything. It's not that I want to talk him out of it or anything, I just want him to know how I feel about it all. He can make his own decision after that.
"I know, but I've told you. There's nothing to be nervous about at all. I know what I'm getting myself into, I know how to handle myself, I'll be fine," he tells me in a comforting voice.
"It's not just you that you're getting into this though. It's all of us. You, me, Richie, this affects all of us," I blurt out and then immediately feel bad for my sudden outburst.
Cameron releases me from his grasp and walks around my chair to take a seat on the edge of my desk.
"I know, but I'll make sure we're all okay. I'm gonna do this operation with the police department, I'm gonna get myself a new job opportunity, and we're all going to be better off," Cameron says everything as if it's all set in stone. But I know that things could go wrong in an instant. I think he knows this too, but he just doesn't want to say that it loud, because that's when things become real.
"This better all go as planned, or else I'm gonna have to go down to the station and kick that Captain's ass for getting you involved in this," I say jokingly.
Imagine that, my skinny, five foot two self marching down to the police station and attempting to kick the Captain's ass. I can't help but chuckle as I think just how ridiculous that would look.
"I know," Cameron says with a smirk as if he actually believes me. "What are you gonna do while I'm gone?"
"Probably just try to keep working. You know me, just working all the time," I say, making a grand gesture with my hands towards my desk where I've got notebooks and sticky notes scattered out everywhere.
"All right baby, well, make sure you book all the clients," he says smiling. "I told the Captain that I'd be down there after lunch to get ready for tonight."
"What time is it happening?" I ask as if it makes much of a difference.
"The meetup is scheduled for ten thirty. Though, we'll be heading down a little earlier than that to stage everything. The Captain wanted to make sure the park was closed during the meet up, less of a chance for any innocent bystanders hanging around," Cameron informs me.
"Make sense," I say, getting up from my chair. "Just please, please be careful."
"I always am," he says with a reassuring smile, then pulls me in for a hug.
I follow him into our bedroom as he slips on his black boots and then makes his way to the coat closet in the living room.
"It's gonna be a bit chilly tonight," he tells me, slipping into a light jacket.
It's spring time, but the weather is taking forever to warm up this year. I walk him to the garage door and pull him in for another hug, trying to prevent the tears from coming.
"It's going to be fine," he whispers in my ear.
"I know," I whisper back.
I don't really know for sure, all I can do at this point is hope and pray that nothing bad happens to him. Although, I tend to worry too much sometimes.
He pulls back from the hug and gives me a nice long kiss before pulling open the door and stepping into the garage.
"I love you," he says before slipping into his sporty car.
"I love you too," I say back.
I watch as the garage door opens up and his car rolls down the driveway and into the street. He makes it all the way down to the end of the block before I finally force myself to close the door. Then I make my way back to my desk and sit in front of my black computer screen, staring at my reflection. That's when the first tear rolls down my cheek.