So What? I love a cop. (sequel to Cop loving me? code 10-0)

Chapter 1

A/N

Hellos. This is the sequel to Cop Loving Me? Code10-0. It would be best to read that first because it's going to be confusing if you read this story first.

Chapter 1

Leaning against the doorframe with folded arms. I'm looking at the hunk in front of me struggling to zip his bag. I roll my eyes and shake my head. I sigh and unfold my arms and approach him.

"It aint gonna zip closed cos you've packed your stuff wrong." I'm standing next to him and he turns to glare at me.

"I've got it. It's almost there." he turns his attention back to the bag and continues to struggle with the bag. I roll my eyes and decide to leave him be.

I clear my throat, "I'ma go into the kitchen and fix up your snacks for the road."

He mumbles something and I almost stop to ask him what he said but decide against it

I leave the room and mumble to myself, "You'd swear he's got his ass on his shoulders."

I enter the kitchen and fix up Wayne's snacks for the road. Once I'm done I decide to fix myself some coffee. I put on the kettle and start preparing my drink. While I'm waiting for the water to finishing boiling. I start thinking about stuff.

Wayne and I have been a couple for 18 months now and unfortunately I can't say we're going strong.

After much arguing and debating I finally agreed to move in with Wayne after a year of us being a couple. Things haven't been easy though and sometimes I wonder if I should've waited.

Both our work schedules has been hectic and we've living past each other these past few weeks. My supervisor somehow felt that I could start working four weeks on and four weeks off, much to dismay of myself and Wayne. I do get a couple of days off in that month but it still sucks. I always feel like I'm wrung drier than my laundry after a shift.

Let's not forget about Wayne's schedule. You'd think him being a detective would mean fewer hours. Not likely when your job is to fight the never-ending war on drugs. Well my man is good at his job but has been very frustrated recently.

Well let me also not forget the up and coming trail of his mother and Charles. Who had both plotted to try and kill me? It was getting a lot of attention in town and everyone was talking about it. I can even go by day to day business without someone asking me about it. I'm just a witness what will I know.

Speaking about being a witness. After sometime Jayden's trial is coming up and I have to take the stand there as well. What's also got people so pissed off in this town is that they wanna trial him as an adult. What the hell? It was an accident. Well not according to the District Attorney. He feels that Jayden shooting his dad Brycen was premeditated. What makes things worse? Brycen is backing the DA's statement. Those two sons of a bitches, should be careful. People in this town aint happy.

Jayden was only eleven at the time. He's thirteen now but he's too young to be trialled as an adult. I hear the kettle go off and sigh heavily. Life's been depressing me. I go to the kettle and pour the water into my Mug. Once I'm done, I stir and hear Wayne come in.

I turn to look at him and he starts talking, "Licia I can't wait for this trip. Damn we've got so much planned. Matt says there's..." I tune him out as he's been talking 'bout it non-stop. Now don't get me wrong. I'm happy he's going, he deserves it but it just goes on and on.

I notice he has another bag and suspiciously moves in a way for me to not see it. He turns his back to me and I narrow my eyes. I take a sip of my coffee and then realise he's watching me with narrowed eyes as well.