The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 48- I Wouldn't Change A Thing...

Iris's P.O.V.

I laid Opal down in her crib and kissed her forehead. She grabbed my hair, making me yelp a bit. Trying not to swear or scream, I managed to free my hair from the infant's grasp. "Opal, don't grab hair." I corrected." I was correcting a five month old. What was I doing with my life?

Jeff was next to me, Jazz in his arms. She was falling asleep as she was being rocked. She turned over and rested her face in Jeff's chest. "Ssh, baby girl... Go to sleep..." I almost began to snicker a bit. He was so stupid sometimes.

"You're not so tough, Jeff. I bet it's hard for you to put that little girl down." He stared at me for a minute. "Iris, yesterday, I peeled the skin off of a twelve year old girl's face with my knife. Don't tell me I'm not tough." I laughed a bit. "Well, you seem to have a soft spot for your daughters." Jeff shrugged. I could tell he loved his girls more than anything.

"Can't wait to see them date." I laughed. He slowly turned his head. "You mean see me decapitate young men? Yes... I can't wait."

Slowly, he stood and placed her in the other crib we had to buy after we had twins. Jeff placed a small stuffed cat next to her and kissed her forehead before walking over and kissing Opal's forehead.

Jeff picked me up bridal style before carrying me into our bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, I smiled. "Jeff... We better not... At least until the girls are one." Jeff crossed his arms. "I. Said. No." He laid next to me and turned away. "Oh, grow up." I hissed. I edged closer to him. "Jeff, It's only a few more months." He ignored me. "Fine. Be an asshole." I hissed, turning over.

Closing me eyes, I began to try to sleep. I felt Jeff shift over and wrap his arm around me. Taking his hand, I closed my eyes.

Sure, out marriage wasn't always perfect. Yeah, we fought over stupid things sometimes. Of course I'd gotten jealous, and he had as well. We both knew each other's flaws, and learned to put up with them. Sure, he was an asshole sometimes, but he was my asshole. Of course he was a killer, but he was my killer. Only mine. No one else could love him. I was the one and only killer's girl.

As I tried to fall asleep, I knew he was also awake. He still felt stiff and his grip on me was still strong. Something was bugging him, I could tell. "What is it, Jeff? Are you okay?" I asked. Silence.

"Iris, if you could reverse what happened... Take back our meeting... Would you?" I took a deep breath. Would I really? As hard as it was at first, would I wish for none of this to happen? No... I wouldn't. I had two beautiful daughters, a loving husband, and a best friend.

"I wouldn't change a thing. You, Opal, and Jazz are my world. I love you all more than anything ever. Usually, I hate everyone who come my way but you... You're special. I love where I am, despite the strange circumstances. Good night, my killed." And with that, we fell asleep.