The New Kid

Many "happy" reunions

So many people wanted me to continue this story, so now I am. Sorry for making you guys wait and for leaving this on a cliff hanger. I'll update whenever I can.

Sophie POV:
One year later

"I'm going home," I said into my phone.

Work just ended. Keefe asked through the phone. What time are the reservations?

"They are at 6:30, so that will give us enough time to get ready."

Okay then Foster, love you and I'll see you later.

"Love you too Keefe." I said, and hung up on the phone.

It has been one year since Keefe and I left to London. We were Juniors in high school. We both had after school jobs, and were married.

We got married a month after we moved here. Keefe and I were on a bridge at sunset, and just as the sun set, he proposed.

We got married in secret, so we couldn't risk exposure. We did it so we could love each other forever.

Anyways, I quickly jumped out of my car (we both had our licenses from our time as spies), and unlocked the house we had bought with our spy money.

I showered and changed.

I wore a red long sleeve dress, that went to my mid thigh. I matched it with gold, because it was our one year anniversary and I wanted to match our sophomore homecoming.

There was a knock on the door.

I slipped my pistol in the holster on my upper thigh. My hand itched towards it as I walked towards the door.

I slowly opened it, and smiled at the sight of a handsome boy.

"Happy anniversary Foster," Keefe said, already wearing his suit and holding flowers.

I smiled and hugged him.

"Happy anniversary Hunkyhair," I said, pulling away and taking the flowers from him. "I thought you needed to change."

He smiled. "Well, I ended up taking it to the dry cleaning so it wasn't stained with... you know." He meant from the spy days. "And I needed some time to buy the flowers. Plus I wanna spend more time with you."

My heart felt heavy.

"That's so sweet Keefe, I can not wait for tonight."

He held out his arm. "May I escort you there Ma'lady?"

I took it and smiled at him. "As you shall my lord."

We walked to the car and drove to Downtown London.

We sat down at our table, and talked.

"Please tell me you brought a... you know." I made a gun gesture.

"Relax Foster, it's tucked into the back of my pants. But you gotta stop worrying so much."

"I don't worry to much. I'm just cautious. I don't want the love of my life to get taken from me."

Keefe smiled and took my hand.