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-chapter eight-
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a/n omg a double update?
"ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN WORK TODAY?" Layla asked as Tim stood getting dressed.
"Yes I'm fine, it's just a little back pain." He assured her.
Layla sighed. "Okay but if anything happens-"
"You'll be the first to know."
"Okay." She nodded pulling her shirt on. "Just please don't make me spend the night in the hospital. They give off very negative energy." She shivered at the thought.
"I won't end the night in the hospital. Because I am fine." He walked to her placing his hands on her hips. "I promise."
"Fine okay." She leaned up placing a kiss to his lips. "I'm going to go."
"I'll meet you there." Tim placed a kiss to her forehead before Layla left the room grabbing her stuff.
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Layla sat with John in the shop.
"So did you guys pick where you want to have the wedding?" She asked him.
John shook his head. "Not exactly." He sighed. "She wants to have it in New Orleans and I want to have it here. So we've been having mini competitions and whoever wins will get to choose the location."
Laylas head tilted. "That's sounds oddly exciting."
"It would be if we didn't stop tying. Do you think we're too competitive?" Layla shook her head. Finding their dynamic adorable.
"Well, I know it won't make you feel any better." She turned to look at him. "But I'm definitely with Bailey, New Orleans is beautiful."
John rolled his eyes playfully. "You're definitely right, that didn't make me feel better."
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TIMS POV
Tim was currently running in pursuit of a suspect. Once he was close enough he jumped onto him tackling him to the ground.
He tried getting up himself before his back cracked as he cried out in pain.
"It's okay! I got it, I got it." Lucy spoke running up to him. Tim got up placing a hand to his back.
