Detective [ on hold ]

chapter eleven - chicago politics

"I guess he can see a bastard from far away as well"
Chapter 11: chicago politics
Season 6 Episode 11: Trust
*Trigger Warning*

Isabella groaned as sunlight filtered through Jay's white curtains. She tried to pull the blanket up to cover her face but eventually gave in and slowly opened her eyes. She saw Jay still sound asleep on his stomach, snoring softly. She pushed herself off the bed, looked around her bedroom, and ran her fingers through her hair.

Her body was still sore from last night. Even though they fell asleep after the first round, they still went for a few more rounds. She noticed the scratches on his back and a bite mark on his shoulder.

Jay's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a yawn as he turned around and saw Isabella up and scrolling on her phone.

"Morning," he said in his raspy voice.

Isabella looked away from her phone. "Morning, babe," she said, putting her phone down on the side table.

"How did you sleep last night?" Jay asked, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Good," she hummed, climbing onto his lap. Both of them were still undressed as she kissed him slowly. "We have to get ready for work."

Jay frowned, moving his hands down to her butt and giving it a squeeze. "Five more minutes," he groaned, kissing her neck.

"Jay, if we stay in bed, we are never leaving," she said, chuckling and running her hands through his hair. "You had your way with me last night."

Jay pulled away, biting his lip. "But I wanna have my way with you again right now."

Isabella rolled her eyes and turned to look at the clock. "I guess since we still have an hour—" she started, but Jay cut her off by kissing her deeply and flipping them around.

⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

Isabella sat across from Owen with Eliot next to her as they enjoyed dinner at a fancy downtown restaurant. Classical music played softly in the background, adding to the elegant atmosphere as they ate quietly.

"How's school?" Owen asked, glancing at Eliot.

Eliot smiled, "Good. 이사벨라 이모, has been coming to all my games whenever she can. She always brings Kim, and they cheer me on. Sometimes they're the loudest in the stands," he said, chuckling.

"What can I say, Eliot? We are your biggest fans," Isabella said with a laugh as she playfully pinched his cheek.

"Sorry I haven't been able to make it to any of your games," Owen said, sounding apologetic.

Eliot shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine, but Dad's supposed to be coming home soon," he added with a hopeful tone.

Owen and Isabella exchanged smiles as they watched Eliot eat his food.