Mr. and Mrs. Black

Chapter One

A/N: Short, but here ya go....

|Abigail|

Our 'house' looked like it came from a Better Home and Garden magazine. It was the epitome of a perfect white picket fence house in a family friendly neighborhood. It was a shame that this was a place where Cortez did some of his dirty business. I bet a few of these 'good citizens' even knew about it, yet turned a blind eye.

"Here, put this on." the man who I had learned was called Agent Briggs spoke up. The Prick I had learned was Agent Ranger Evans. I looked down and saw him holding a dummy belly suit.

"What the f.uck is that?" I questioned from inside of the moving truck.

"A pregnancy belly. You'll look like you're about five months pregnant and we thought it would help strengthen your cover story." Agent Briggs explained and handed me the heavy contraption.

"I'm not wearing this shit!" I exclaimed and tested the weight of the contraption in my hands. It felt like it was ten to fifteen pounds and looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Yes you are." The two agents said simultaneously. My eyes narrowed dangerously on the two men before I reluctantly turned around and lifted my shirt over my head to slip on the pregnancy belly.

"This thing is heavy." I complained as I zipped up the back.

"Bitch." Agent Evans muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes and tugged my shirt back over my head. What the hell? My shirt strained against the top of the round belly and wouldn't go any further.

"This is stupid." I stated and turned around. Both men looked at the rediculous scene. Agent Evans burst into laughter while Agent Briggs kept a straight face.

"That's why you have maternity clothes." He informed.

"I don't have--"

"I took the liberty of having a few items moved into the house already. Some of which are maternity clothes and a few baby items to make your cover solid." He explained. Agent Evans wiped the tears from his eyes when he finally stopped laughing.
I crossed my arms and found it hard to do so with the fake pregnancy belly. I should have just did the time, I probably could have busted my ass out anyway.

"Is it too late to change my mind?" I questioned.

"Yes." Agent Briggs stated calmly. "And, I expect you to finish the job without adding to your record."

I sighed with irritation and glared at Agent Evans. "You might end up short one agent, but I'll finish the job." I promised then opened the back door and stepped out of the moving truck.

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"You sleep on the couch, puta." I hissed.

"That's no way to talk to your husband, Mrs. Black." Agent Ranger Ev--, Kevin said with an amused smirk. He then patted the empty side of the bed beside him. "Besides, it's our wedding night." I felt that at any moment smoke would start whistling from my nose and ears or my head would explode. This man was beyond frustrating.

"It's common courtesy to let the lady take the bed." I said defiantly and crossed my arms over the heavy belly that was starting to make my back ache from the added weight. I was not sleeping in this thing.

"Either you get your hot little ass in the bed or you can sleep on the couch." Ranger said nonchalantly as he rest his hands underneath his head. The movement caused his exposed torso to stretch his thick muscles. My eyes strained to keep eye contact and I earned a point for women everywhere when I succeeded.

Agent Evans was... attractive, however I had seen better. I stalked over to the bed and Ranger cocked one of his brows thinking that I was going to get in bed. I picked up one of the pillows and whacked him on the head with it before strutting out of the bedroom.
I walked past the nursery, yes that's right. A f*cking nursery.

Apparently these assholes fixed a nursery up for an imaginary baby, yet only had one bedroom that we had to share. I was shocked when we discovered that fact. Agent Ranger 'Prick' Evans didn't seem to care, maybe that was because he knew he'd get the big bed all to himself.

I grumbled to myself on the way down the stairs and flicked on the living room light before tossing the pillow carelessly onto the couch. I lifted up my shirt halfway that was stretched to its limit due to the fake belly and fought to unzip the torture device.

When the water filled contraption fell to the floor I sighed in relief and stretched to relieve the tension in my back. That was the best feeling I have ever felt. I felt sorry for all those women who couldn't just simply take off all that added weight.

I unbuttoned my skinny jeans and slid them off of my legs before dropping them on the discarded belly beside the couch. I looked down and tugged hopelessly at my stretched out shirt. I was putting that on their bill.

I turned off the living room light and curled up on the couch while snuggling all the way up against it for warmth and slowly drifted off to sleep not thinking or worrying about tomorrow's events.

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