Dark Lover ♡-- Bradley Bradshaw 'Rooster' x Dark Romance

Salt

--- Chase's Point of View ---

"I don't know what to say, as far as we can tell it was a mechanical issue, but we are still looking into it, it's proving to be quite a mystery."

I was on my laptop in my room, I was sitting in the chair, and I was drumming my fingers against the table.

"Did they find his body?" I had pulled as many strings as I could, the Navy was being very tightlipped about everything, and it was pissing me off more than I was willing to show.

"No, as far as we can tell the entire plane was obliterated, there is nothing left of him, hardly anything left of his plane."

"Are you sure?" I felt my stomach clench, but I made myself and my tone of voice remain neutral, but I wasn't sure how good of a job I was doing.

"I'm sorry Chase...I am, but he's gone." I looked up at my old friend in the CIA, shaking my head I took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

"Thank you."

"Is there anything we can do, people are worried."

The anger that I was feeling felt strange and somewhat misplaced, but I couldn't do anything to stop it, I took a few deep breaths and studied my own temper. I almost wanted to ask him who the 'people' were.

But I really couldn't blame them at all – not at all, I had been more than a little bit distant with everyone.

"No, but thank you." I shut off the screen and powered off the computer, I put my head in my arms and drew up my legs, wrapping my arms around them.

"I'm sorry."

I turned in my chair and saw Rooster laying on the bed, he has refused to leave my side, in spite of me pushing him away from me as hard as I could, saying heartless things that I really didn't mean.

He stayed with me through it, holding me when I lost my temper, always bringing me food and holding me, even when I said I didn't need it, and really did.

"You promised."

"I know I did."

"So where do you want to go, we can go anywhere."

The way he asked it was gentile.

"I don't know."

I got up, I put my hand on my now bigger bump, almost as if I was protecting our...my daughter.

I moved over to the bed, he opened his arms to me and I crawled into them.

"You decided please."

I was tired of thinking and tired of making decisions about everything, I was exhausted with all of the emotions of the situation.

"Okay... how is the little one?"

"Sad I think, she's an orphan."

Instantly he flipped me over onto my back and looked down at me, his brows furrowed somewhat darkly.

"I will never let her forget him, but I intended to be here for you both, that kid isn't going to grow up fatherless."

He leaned down and kissed me, continuing to kiss me as the tears started falling and I could taste the salt of them.

I submitted and let him take control, like I had done so many times the past few weeks, I found that if I locked my heart away, it helped and simply enjoyed having Rooster close.

The worst thing was that I wasn't sure if I could ever be the same without Hangman, and I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to give my whole heart to Rooster like he deserved.