The Officer's Sexy Wife

Chapter 3

Both Chase and Sabrina wake then turned to each other. "What do you want to eat?" Sabrina asked.

"Pancakes and eggs."
"Me too."

Chase is the first to get out of bed. He lifts her into his arms then go to the kitchen. She didn't need to tell him how much pain she was in from the previous night. He knew and loved it.

"There you go." He placed her in front of the stove and then smacked her butt. "Give me a kiss."

She rolled her eyes as a sign of saying 'no'.
He grabbed her face, held it in place, and took the kiss.
She started smiling when he pulled away and looked at her. "My lips, sweet-pea. My lips."

"So tonight is the party. I'll see you there."

"Yes."

When the food is ready, we pray and dig in. "Alright, sweetheart, I'll see you later. I love you."

Sabrina reached up to fix his tie. Both of them kiss each other then Chase left. Sabrina sat at the table thinking about Chase's proposal of bringing a child into their home. She thought long and hard.

Chase got to work and immediately check on the little boy first. He was in his cell wrapped in a ball.

"It's me. It's okay." The boy peeked out at him. "Have they fed you yet?" Chase's genuine concern made the boy smile.

"No. I'm not really hungry anyway. I want to go home, but I don't have one."

"You'll be fine soon. That is if you're willing to cooperate with everyone here and me."

The boy smiled. "Yes sir. I think I'm hungry now."

Chase leaves to find the cafeteria then brings the boy food personally.

"Thank you, Mr. Moore." It shocked Chase to hear him call his name with a thank you just before it.
He's especially in a good mood today because he and Sabrina went to the party high on sex last night.

Of course they showered together, but the shower was sweet and calming. Chase is 27 and Sabrina is 27 as well.

Chase gave the boy a fist bump then left. He really hoped things would work out for the boy. "Mr. Umm, what's your name?"

"Mr. Moore. What's the matter?"
"Thanks for being so nice to me. No one's ever been this nice to me before. They never checked on me."

"Who are you talking about?" Chase asked.

"The many foster homes I've been in. I...."

"What is it?"

"I have been abused in them all."

Chase felt the urge to hug the boy, but refrained from doing so. "What's your name?" The boy's face changed from happy to sad.

"I don't have a name," Chase's face changed as well. "But I'll let you give me one."

"Chase thought hard. How had he come so far without knowing or having a name. Chase thought.

"Okay little twerp, you can...." The person shuts up when he realized Chase.

"Oh. So this what y'all do? Mistreat people?" Chase asked looking at the officer.

"It's okay, Mr..... Moore." The boys voice sounded sad. "Where do I go?"

Something ain't right. He's used to being treated less than! The guards and police are no better here.

I follow them to the prison yard. The little guy sits there alone. I get a call on my radio saying that there was a shooting and this time someone got killed. Here we go! Officer Moore to the rescue!