Theif 3

Chapter 8

The first few minutes of driving in the car and Nash finally spoke, "Did you lock your car doors?"

I nod, staring out the window, not wanting to look at him.

"Okay then, we can get it tomorrow. I'm really tired, sweetheart."

I frown, feeling tears build up, and I nod.

He sighs, "Why won't you look at me, baby?"

I shrug, not wanting make eye contact with him. I'm on the verge of breaking down and I don't want to.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He huffs, obviously feeling angry, "After all I've just went through, you won't even try to comfort me? God damn. Fucking hold my hand or something."

"Well I'm sorry!" I sniffle, finally looking at him, "But you were thinking about it. You were thinking about going back to that lifestyle without any given reason." I shake my head, "And its okay that you didn't think about yourself, or even how I'd feel, but you didn't think about Wesley." I sigh, "What if I hadn't been there to remind you?"

He sighs, "Baby..." he shakes his head and pull over at the side of the road.

I was confused as to what he was doing when he came over to my side of the car, flinging the door open and bending down at my level. He frowns as he looks at me, "Stop crying, please." He said looking away, "You know that it makes it harder on me to talk to you."

"Who sucks at comforting now?" I sniff, shaking my head.

He let out a breath, "You're right, I'm sorry." It looked like he ripped off a bandaid as he stares back up at me.

His licks his lips before his thumb wiped away the tears upon my cheeks, then rested his hand there, "Babe, you're gorgeous. And our son," he shakes his head with a smile, "Most beautiful creation on earth." He pauses, "That's why, even if I would have accepted the offer, as soon as I came home and saw you both, I would of called off the deal."

I force a small smile, "Really?"

"Really."

I grabbed the hand that still cups my face, kissing his knuckles, "I love you."

His smile got bigger, "You're so damn adorable."

"Thank you." I say

"Nah." He shakes his head, "Don't thank me for stating facts." He then kisses my cheek before slamming the door shut.

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Nash's POV

Next Night

All day, I sat lost in my own mind. I tried to act as normal as possible when ever Babe was around, and I think I have managed to do so well. The hour finally hits eight and Babe is.about to give Wesley a bath.

I can't stop thinking about Conall and what he said yesterday. I know it's wrong. I shouldn't be so selfish, but when my brothers, sisters, and I were a gang, it was the only time I felt like I was good at something. Even though I was never really a good guy, I knew I was always killing a bad guy if I did kill someone. I was good at it.

Every since last night I can't help but think that getting back into doing that kind of stuff. I've done nothing but tried to keep myself occupied to keep myself off of boredom, but when I was in the gang, I never was bored.

"I need a drink." I mumble to myself before pulling out my phone. After a couple rings there was a voice on the other side. "Cam, you want to go to the bar tonight?"

"Um, yeah sure. Just us?" His voice spoke.

"Yeah."

"Sounds cool."