So What? I love a cop. (sequel to Cop loving me? code 10-0)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

As I get out of the work's truck and say goodbye to my colleagues. Wayne's truck pulls in the drive way and he pulls into the garage. I open and close the gate and make my way to the front door. I open and unlock it only to see Wayne walking to our room and beating me to the shower. I think to myself the guest bathroom's shower needs to be fixed pronto.

I head onto the kitchen and put my backpack down on one of the chairs. I go wash my hands and once I'm done drying them. I go to the fridge to what I can serve for dinner. I see there's leftovers from last night and take them out. I go to the pantry and find the rice. I'll just cook some rice and heat up the leftovers.

I however hear Wayne yell from the bedroom, "I don't want last night's leftovers." I frown and open the Tupperware. I smell the food and it smells fine. I put my finger in and taste it. There's nothing wrong with it.

I'm about to tell him that but I then hear him yell, "I don't care if it smells or tastes fine. I don't want leftovers."

Then what the fuck do want? I'm gonna need to cook something quick and fast. I open the freezer and see some pork chops. I decided on making grilled pork chops with rice and greens. I open and slam the cupboard doors while I'm getting the pots. I put on the rice and greens. I defrost the pork chops in the microwave and look for seasoning.

While I'm busy fixing dinner. I think about how men think they're the only ones that are tired after a shift. Think they can get to order a woman around cos they're in a bad mood. Well I'm also in a bad mood.

I hear him enter the kitchen and go and open the fridge. Probably a beer again. I know I drink a lot but you know whatever. I'll just pour myself some coke.

Once I'm done with the food. I go take a shower and get dressed in my PJ's. I make my way to the kitchen and as I'm passing the living room. I see Wayne lying on the couch watching TV while drinking his beer. I just glare and shake my head at him.

Asshole could've started dishing up the food. I dish up his food and go give it to him. I decide on eating in the kitchen and see what's tomorrow's weather is on my phone. Wayne comes into the kitchen and puts his plate and beer bottle on the counter. He then goes to the fridge for another one and leaves again.

I glare at his back and stab my fork on a piece of the pork chop. Now I gotta clean up after you as well. I shake my head thinking. Since when has he become so lazy? In the past he'd do it himself. Is he getting comfortable now cos we're engaged? That can always change. I then shake my head at that thought.

I'm done eating and I get up to go wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. When I'm done I see I forgot to take my bag with me before and I take it now. I open it and take out the two letters I got today.

I toss the bag in the closet and go lie on the bed and switch on the bedside lamp. I open the first letter and see it's my medical check-up test results. We do a medical check-up every two months at work. I don't mind saves me money on going to a private doctor.

I read and see everything's fine. Even my head injury, I'm still good there. Pregnant: negative, HIV: negative. My blood pressure and sugar is a bit high. Gotta cut back on the alcohol and smoking, maybe.

I toss the letter on the bedside drawer and open the other letter. I groan when I read its contents. I gotta go for training in the city again. Why can't they train me on site?

At that moment Wayne comes in and gets under the covers. Without my permission he reaches for the medical letter and starts reading it. I hear him sigh and he tosses it back on the drawer. I toss the letter I'm reading and get under the covers.